A dangerous adventure - opowiadanie

A year ago, I and my family went on a vacation to ski in Austria. We stopped in a small Austrian town where it was little more than hotels and ski lifts. There were also with us my two friends and their parents. Every day we used to eat breakfast and we went skiing for quite a few hours, until it does not get tired. I played really well. The resort was some slopes, each with a different degree of difficulty for skiers. As a result, everyone can find a suitable place for themselves to going skiing: those who learn to ski or snowboard, they can choose a small slope, while experienced skiers can have fun on this really steep.

I and my friends we had self slope, where We attended daily. There was also a cozy cafe, where odpoczywałyśmy and we could get something to eat or drink. One day, when we sat at a table in the cafe, each with a mug of hot chocolate, we began to discuss. My friends were bored slope which is always wybierałyśmy. They said that they are ready for something else. Came up with the idea, we attempted another, more ambitious route. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Sure," they replied. I was not sure if it was such a good idea. I thought it was pretty good ride, but I was not sure if I can handle it on steeper slopes. My friends probably saw my hesitation, he began to tell me what it would be fun and like our old route is boring. I was too proud to admit that I'm afraid of a new route. In the end I agreed to go there.

The course was a little longer than our old and stretched from the top of a beautiful view of the entire valley. I saw tiny form other skiers and snowboarders drinking beverages in the cafeteria, standing in queues for the lifts and playing in the snow. I began to descend, still without a certain whether I could manage. At the beginning everything was OK. I was able to relax a little and believe in yourself. Suddenly I drove on MULDA. I panicked and lost control of the skis. I fell heavily to the ground, and one of my skis went down the slope, ignoring my screams. Now, not only I felt pain in his shoulder, but I could not go further. There was no other possibility than landing on his feet. I felt that skiers have to look at me, and the pain in his shoulder had not declined. Later it turned out that my arm was broken. I had to spend the next week in our hotel, while everyone else had a great time. My parents, of course, ochrzanili me for stupidity. My winter holidays were ruined, but when I think about it, this adventure could have ended much worse.