Yesterday I went skiing. It was very amazing. I got to wear my new ski coat. It is silver with a tinge of red and pink. The silver fabric feels good. It feels like silk. I am very decent at skiing. I ski swiftly but sometimes a snowboard abruptly comes towards me and I fall down. That happened last time I went skiing but this time I was cautious about what happened last time. To be cautious, I looked back to see if any snowboards or skies (which I rarely crash into) but my dad said don't look back because the people in the back will see me so they'll go to the other way, so I didn't look back. I didn't crash exept when I accidently lost my balance. My mom was amateur at skiing last time but this time she improved and went to the intermeditae level. Since my mom went to the higher level, my mom, dad and I could ski all togethter. The ski boots were a little uncomfortable. The boots kept on squishing my ankle. My ankle was in agony. My toenails also hurt. It was because my ski boots were too small. Later in the afternoon I went to spa with my mom. My dad was skiing at that time. Through the window at the spa, we could see the ski slope through the windows. I went to the windows and searched and searched through daddy in the big crowds but it was too crowded of children taking ski lessons so it was hard to see him. I did see him once. I spotted him when he was coming down and into the lift line. I was so content that I saw him. The more I saw out the window, the more I wanted to be there and be skiing. Next time I decided I would ski with daddy. I felt jealous that everyone else I saw was skiing. It was a fantastic time at the ski. Next time someone gave me recommendation to go to ski together, it's certain I would say "yes."