Ski Trip Part 1 - May 10, 2011

It was an ordinary day in my life.  As I strolled down the ski hill which was now, as usual, carpeted in snow, with a deep, dark green pine trees filing up and down the ski-marked slope that winded down the hill, a tangled snake amongst the ever lasting forest.  I blew my long, dark bangs out of my pale face as the wind slashed viciously at me, and the others whom sped down the blanketed path.

As a boy whom lived in Colorado his whole life, it was not astonishing to find that I was nowhere close to tan.  In fact, my most redeeming quality were my brown eyes that twinkled on the occasion that the sun shown.  I entered the front door of our house that rested, undaunted, at the foot of the hill, and marked the start of the vast, yet still considered a small town, in which I lived.  I locked the door behind, as my mom was not home from work yet, and my dad since dead. 

I found, to my surprise, a manila envelope lying on the marble counter-top in the kitchen, that bore my name on it. I kicked off my boots, and shed my coat, and overalls.  I briskly walked into my blue=carpeted living room, both anxious to open the envelope, and excited to sit on the soft, green couch after a long day of skiing.

I tore the top with my fore finger, and pulled an ornately designed letter, that was deep red, and trimmed with midnight designs forming a entanglement of roots and steams that led to flowers and leaves of sorts.  It had an eerie, and mysterious "aura" to it, though this hardly fazed me, as my anxiety blocked out any warning signals.

I began to read the letter, of which was written in graceful cursive:

"To Master Daniel J. Hulliung,
      It has come to my attention that you posses a great talent in the sport of skiing.  I myself am an accomplished skier, and would be more than excited to introduce, and invite you to my 20th annual Ski Cup in London the twenty-seventh of February.  As it states, this will be a down hill, non-bracket race consisting of you and twenty-nine other contestants in a no-rules dash to the bottom.  It will be my honor to have you compete in this year, as a representative of your country.  Best of luck,
                                                      Marco Buingati."

This would be, to my ignorance, the greatest event in my life until this time.  I just didn't have any idea how big......

-Danny Hulliung