Swishing down the slushy slopes. Skiing fast, wind blowing in my face, cheeks puffing up. Feeling like I’m going to fall at any moment. Seeing the bottom, knowing it’s over, getting ready to go back on the lifts and do it all over again. I met in the café with my friends, talking about how cool the slopes were.
After a long day of skiing, I jumped into a big soft pile of snow and relaxed. I saw my sister walking by. I quickly made a ginormous snowball and threw it at her. She screamed my name and started chasing me. She had lumpy snow on her face and she was still chasing me so I jumped onto my skies and skied to the lift. I was at the top of the mountain and she was right behind me. I skied down the slope and lost sight of her. I skied down to the car where I saw my family getting ready to leave, my sister was next to me and she had a snowball in her hand. She threw it at me. My friends and I were throwing snowballs at each other and at my sister. We had a massive snowball fight and it was a lot of fun.
When we left the slopes we all went to a taverna. There was a huge group of us and after we had eaten, we all went outside and played in the rain. It was a lot of fun. These are the sorts of holidays I like to have: friends, family, fun.