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Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul Book - Real-Life Stories by Real Teens

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Dylan H., Phoenix, AZ

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     It was early morning and the sun beat down on my rosychecks. The wind was fierce and whipping through my long hair. My boots weighedme down as I walked up to the lifts. The fluffy snow crunched under my boots.When I reached the top I sat down to put on my snowboard.

I got on thelift and it took off like a rocket but slowed once the chair was high in the air.It started to snow and I could feel the flakes burn my face. The lift tookforever, and I anxiously waited.

Reaching the top, I lifted the safetybar, got off and sat down on the side of a trail to put my back foot into thesnowboard. I stood up and started to fly down the slope. A feeling of freedomswept over me. The other people on the slope were little blurs as I sailed pastthem.

Before I knew it, I was at the bottom of the mountain again. I gotin line for the chair lift and knew there was nothing I would rather be doingthan snowboarding.






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