If you are ever in this distressing situation, whatever you do, make sure you don't do what I did; get separated from your family.
It was as freezing as Antarctica and the snow was cascading down like an avalanche. I could barely feel my face. We were making our way to the chairlift at the ski resort in Mount Blanc, Canada. The feeling of excitement and trepidation was racing through me. Until, I realised I had been separated from my family.
I was so alarmed that my skiis slipped forward slightly. As I looked over my shoulder, I could see the chairlift chasing after me. It scooped me up, at that moment I realised I couldn't reach the bar. I was trapped.
My heart was beating a thousand beats a second and the screaming orders of my dad were sending my brain into a mad spin. I didn't know what to do. "Sit back and hold on tight", my dad cried. But it wasn't working; I could feel the colossal weight of my skiis pulling me away from the chairlift. It was impossible to hold on.
The journey up the mountain proceeded and I felt a judder as the chairlift rolled over the junction. At this point, the chair started rocking viciously; the whirlwind made it a million times worse. I tried to hold on but the chair was covered in a layer of slippery ice so sent me sliding around on the seat and the weight of my skiis were still pulling me further towards the ground.
Eventually, I managed to haul myself up. I was holding on for dear life although I was beginning to think it was going to end very soon. All I could hear was the wind whisteling through my ears. I was desperate to turn around to see what my dad was trying to tell me, but I knew I would plummet to the ground within seconds.
Through the fog, I could slightly see the end of the rocky ride, which indicated it was nearly over. Every second that passed meant I was a step closer to freedom. After a short while, I felt my skiis touch the smooth snow. I breathed a sigh of relief.
