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am feeling pretty old at the moment, another landmark birthday
approaching, and I'm trying to remember what I was like when I was your
age.
I want you to briefly describe one day,
or one afternoon, or one evening, or even one hour, you have during
this week's school holiday. You don't need to write much -- you are on
holiday after all:) But, describe it in a way that, if you read it in
30 or more years' time, you will remember the person you are now.
Or,
in other words, don't just describe what you do, describe how what you
do feels. If you are uncertain, feel free to write anonymously.
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Hello!
ReplyDeleteSo, on my holiday I was skiing in the swedish alps with my father and brother. We had a lot of fun and I enjoyed it a lot. One day we were skiing over to another mountain with two other families that we kind of know. One of the mothers is my fathers teenage love. I was starting to get to know the boy in one of the families better, he was just my age. When we finally arrived at the outher mountain, Högfjället, we went up with an anchor lift to the top of the mountain. It was really scary, it was so high and the valley was so deep! I just looked down and thought I was going to die. I litterly thought of my mom and that I love her, I thought I would die if I went down there. Luckily there was a flatter sidetrack, so I went down there instead, but I felt kind of embarrassed and less good on skiing than the others since I didn’t ski down on the difficult slope. The boy, Måns, offered me his help if I wanted to try out the difficult slope for real. First I refused but there was something in his eyes that said he belived in me, so I decided to trust him and we went up with the anchor lift again. He went down a bit in the slop but I just couldn’t move and stood motionless. He looked back to see if I was following. When he saw that I wasn’t, he screamed “Come on, I know you can do it! Just come down here and I’ll help you!”. He had a really peppery spirit. So I started skiing down to him, and with his words in my head (you can do it, you can do it) I made it down to him. He helped me all the way down. Everything I needed was a little faith. I felt so happy and unstoppable. Måns was really sweet and told me to be proud of myself and that now I could really brag to my friends that I’ve made it down such a difficult slope. I felt warm inside and thought that this is maybe the start of a beautiful friendship.
Very nice text! I especially like when you say that you thought of your mother on that high mountain. Made me laught!
DeleteI just wondering how long you think this "beautiful friendship" will last.
Do you have plans to meet this Måns again?
Hi! Jenny...
DeleteThank you! I hope my friendship with Måns will last, I really do. You see, he lives on Lidingö and I have many relatives there, so we go there alot. But it's not so close, so I don't know if we'll make it with our friendship. But he's really easy to be friend with, so if we lose contact I think we'll become friends really fast if we meat again!
I did a lot of things during my holiday. One of the things I enjoyed the most was when I went to a small concert, in a place called Huvudsta, that my friend Julia arranged. There were three short performances, maybe a quarter each. The whole thing was unplugged and it was just the artists with their guitars and voices. Nothing big really, the music itself wasn't even the best part of it all.
ReplyDeleteIt was when I looked at the singer in one of the bands that it occurred to me how different the atmosphere, the people around me and everything in there was. Normally, in school or when I'm out on the streets shopping or whatever, I get the feeling that there's nothing more important going on in people's heads than looks, status and how well you fit in. But in that small concert room I felt that none of that mattered. Everyone around me had a different style. There was one guy with waist-long hair and flared pants and another one who looked like the fifth member of Small Faces complete with hairstyle and everything. They all looked good, but the truly great part was that their looks didn't seem to be as important as their music and their performance was.
It was kind of nice to see that people are different and that looks and appearances actually aren't the most important thing in the world.
You say that people on the consert didn't care so much about their looks, but in the same time you discribe their looks very specifically and that they really had a complete look. If one guy looked like the fifth member of Small Faces, don't you think he want's to look that way, that he style's him self that way on purpose? Then he care about his looks.Don't you think?
DeleteI think I kind of get what you mean about nobody caring about how what they look like in that concert, because in our society it's very important to fit in and usually not stand out. I think what you're trying to say is that nobody tried to be like everyone else there and just focoused on being themselves. It also seemed like a very nice concert! Would you go to a concert like that again?^.^
DeleteDuring my holiday, I spent some time with my family. One day we went skiing in Ekerö-backen. We’re not the typical ski-family who have their own skies and go to the Alps every year. So we felt a bit lost. Either way, I put my rented skiing-boots on and pretended that this wasn’t all new to me.
ReplyDeleteMy brother and I went upwards in the lift, while my parents and my little sister chose a smaller ski-slope beside of our. When we got off the lift I was terrified. Now, we stood on top of everything. “Hmm… how do you do this again?”. With my legs shaking, I saw my brother in front of me screaming “Yolo” (you only live once), and then he just disappeared down the slope. Of course I had to go after him because he’s my little brother and if I didn’t do it, I knew he was going to tease me for it at least a week afterwards.
It was really fun after all, mostly because of my brother. We’re almost the same age and we have a lot of fun together, even though nobody else understands our humour.
I completely understand! I'm going to go skiing on the Easter break and I'm rather scared since I'm not from a skiing family either and have only been a handful of times in my life.
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I wake up in bed, at my family's summerhouse in Rådmansö. I'm literally too tired to sleep, just like every morning I'm actually allowed to sleep in on. School mornings, I'm usually exhausted and don't feel like ever getting out of bed. Ever. And when I have the time to sleep out properly, I don't. It's bright outside but the curtains are pulled over the window. My mom comes in to pull them away and smilingly ignores my protests. I do not approve of smiles or any kind of happiness before 11 am. I spend the rest of the day floating between enjoying my stay and going into a state of suicidal boredom because of the lack of technology. There is plenty to be done, but of course, it only applies if you wish for something to be done. I spend the next two hours sitting in my armchair and streaming video on my smartphone. It is good to be lazy.
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Finaly someone who understands me! Beeing lazy and watching streamed movies....BEST....DAY....EVER!
DeleteHow did it go when you went down the slope? Was it as awfull as you thought?
ReplyDeleteThe comment above was meant as a reply to the text Jenny wrote!
DeleteI wasn't actually as bad as I thought. But still, it was terrible because I had forgotten completely how to ski!
DeleteI didn't really get to do what I wanted on my holiday because my grandfather and aunt from my mother's side came to visit us from our home country. I mostly spent my days touring around Stockholm and showing them different attractions. At first it was fun and nice to spend time with both of them since we had not seen eachother for a very long time but after a while I started to crave for some time alone. Now I'm not usually a lonely person who isolates herself from everyone else, I love to be with friends and family but even so I sometimes want to have a day just for myself to sleep and read books.
ReplyDeleteA few days after their arrival I realized just how much this affected my mood and how my actions towards them started to get colder. I sometimes would ignore their questions and when I did reply I did it with short sentences or a small shrug. Even so I tried to hold myself together and smile for most of the time, and sometimes I felt really guilty about how I acted.
Looking back at it now, I really regret my behaviour at that time because even though I was quite annoyed it still was a nice experience to meet them again and spend a few days together.
If you could go back and do it again would you do it differently? Would you 'take' time for yourself to recharge? Would you fake being happy?
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Hello!
ReplyDeleteI spent the first few days of the week home in Stockholm, followed by a trip to our famillyhous in the northern parts of Dalarna, a little village called Björnliden. It's actually like a tradition to go there during Christmas-holiday and the Sportsbreak. I can't remember the last time we didn't. I really enjoy going there in any time of year, it's just a small cottage with a noticable lack of technology but that is part of what makes the visit. You just spend your time reading, playing parlour games and enjoying yourself without all the things you're so used to.
One thing i really remember from this years trip was a wonderful afternoon in the ski track. It was a pretty long track, close to one mile (10 km) and the last 2-3 km were some of the best I've ever skied. It was a pretty level ride, but not the whole way, so I held a good pace without to much effort, and with a clear blue sky, no wind at all and the sun in my face it was pure pleasure those kilometers.
I got back to the cottage a good 20 minutes before my the rest of my family, minutes wich I spent relaxing in the late-winter sun waiting for my father to arrive with the key, enjoying the fine weather as long as it would last.
Since I was at the age of 8 the week before sportbreak has been one of the slowest weeks of the year. But when I'm on the airport on the way to the Alps I smile like a fool knowing what was waiting me!
ReplyDeleteMe, my family and another family we travel with arrived to the hotel late at sunday night so I went to bed but I had som trouble to sleep because of the excitement!
I woke up on monday morning, looked out the window and looked up on the sunny mountains. I couldn't wait to get up there!
The first slope was fantastic, it was pretty steep but not too much and it was still a manchester pattern so I could carve and enjoy the morning sun in warms up my face.
Me and my friend Fredrik who also was with me we really like to go off-pist so we looked and find a little path leading into the forrest so we thought: "If didn't find our way down to the hotel we could always take our off our skiis and go back again!" So we took the small path and that's a memory we both will remember! We find a glade and decided to take off our skiis and enjoy the majestic view over Ischgl. It was a, and will be a wonderful memory from my sportbreak 2013!
I was sick with the flu the week before the break. My Dad and I would go to Åre, and we had really looked forward to it. So even if I wasn´t healthy we went anyway. Before the trip we planned that we would ski from one end of the long mountain in Åre to the other and back during just one day. Neither Dad nor I were in a good shape for this mission but after 5 hours and a short lunch stop in the lift queue we actually made it. It was a hard trip. The wind blew so strong that I could actually stand straight up in some slopes and not move forward at all. I sometimes had to curl up into a ball to get any speed down some slopes. My legs got shaky but after that trip I felt strong, proud and almost childishly happy. This achievement is maybe not that big to many, but for me it was and I´m happy I made it.
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