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Jiminy Peak

By: Aarya Tyagi


I was skiing at Jiminy Peak on a moderate difficulty path. It was my sister and I’s fourth time on that path since we came. I had already fallen down once there and flew into a couple who were trying to tighten their boots, so I asked my sister to always stay behind me to help me if I fall. This time, only a few seconds after we got off the lift, she blew ahead of me on her long skis. I tried calling for her, but she was already a half-mile ahead of me, so it was up to me to be cautious and not screw up. Up ahead there was an inescapable segment of moguls (tiny hills), and there was a steep curve downhill, meaning it would be near impossible to stop. I eventually reached the moguls, and riding them made me feel my legs had broken. After three bumps, something happened. I believe I flipped forward, and I felt like gravity had stopped working. The next thing I knew, I was face down in the snow and my left forehead was on fire. I could feel something warm flowing down my face and under my helmet, and I knew this wasn’t a normal fall. I started sobbing quietly, thinking I would just wait until I could muster the strength to get up. It’s a good thing I didn’t, and instead, a kind lady who was skiing past me slowed down when she heard my crying, and on closer observation, saw blood gushing from my head. I thought I would pass out from blood loss, but she helped take off my skis (which were facing outwards), so I could turn face up on the ground. Blood was forming in a small puddle underneath me. I eventually passed out and woke up in the resort hospital, wondering whatever happened.

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