Last year, my parents took me on a very special holiday.
My dream was to see some real1, so during the Christmas holiday, we took our passports and flew2the Pacific to Calgary, Canada. We took a bus to a ski resort in the Canadian Rockies. 3the bus climbed through the mountains, we saw the thick snow on the trees. I was 4to get out and play with it! At last，we reached the resort and5jumped out of the bus. This was our first experience with snow. Everything was new6us. We were like little children…we made7, and threw them at one another! Then we8at the hotel. We could see the ski slope opposite the hotel. We could not wait to get out and ski.
The next day, we put on our ski suits and gloves, took our skis and went outside onto the snow. Wearing skis for the first time made me feel9. Suddenly I found that I10to walk! Then we had a skiing lesson with a young couple. Our instructor took us to a safest slope11is not steep, and showed us some basic skills.12 ， that first lesson was not a great success. I kept on falling over, and I had to hold on to a rope to keep my balance.
However, the next day, I only fell over a few times, and I managed to do a few rapid13. I felt pleased with myself, and my instructor told me I was doing14better. Although it was very cold, I spent most of my holiday skiing. I had a wonderful time.
It was all over too soon. It was a15, but we had to leave. I wish my parents would take me back for another wonderful skiing holiday next year.
