As you strap into your bindings and feel the wind rustle your hair,
You feel your heart pumping and your adrenalin race.
Riding down the hill to the biggest jump,
You stop for a second then gather as much speed as you dare.
Going over the jump and up into the air,
You can smell the icy snow.
Smiling as you see you made it over without falling,
The rest of the way down your face is gleaming with pride,
Coming to a stop at the bottom of the hill and you sit down.
You had just done what you thought was impossible,
Sliding into line to do it again,
You think to yourself how much fun it is!