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I’m going to present you a story about my winter holidays. Last year I went to Italy with my whole family. We were skiing, enjoying beautiful sights, walking around the town, eating delicious pizzas and we even made a snowman and a snowwoman. These holidays were really great. I relaxed and had rather good time with my family and with some new friends too. Well...everything would be perfect, if I hadn’t had an argument with my parents.
We were on a slope on the top of the mountain. I and my parents had just got out from a ski lift and we were waiting for my sisters. I don’t remember why we had argued, but it wasn’t the point. Feeling very angry, I told them that this day I’m going to ski alone and I went to the blue ski run. Unfortunately, it turned around that it was not a blue ski run, which normally would lead me to the ski base, but a red ski run on which I hadn’t been before. I’d skied for some minutes and tried to calm down and relax. I did it. I’d say I even relaxed to much. Suddenly, just in front of me I saw a terrified man sitting on the ground with his snowboard. So, I rapidly turned on the left and started to go faster and faster. I lost control of my skis and I burst into a huge fell of snow. Sadly, these snow was frozen. I passed out. The only thing I remember is someone holding me and a weird sound...like from an ambulance.
I woke up in a ski base near the gondola lift. I was lying on a sofa. My family was sitting next to me. There were some people I didn’t know too. They seemed to wait for something.
In hospital, I had examination and the doctor told that everything is great. Well, I didn’t agree at all. I had one arm broken and every piece of my body hurt so much, that it was very painful just to move.
Fortunately, there was something nice in this story. The man, I tried to save when I was skiing, rescued me. He turned out to be a really nice friend. I still have contact with him and hope to meet him again in better circumstances.