2/8/05
By Niilo
I went to Mt. Ashland with my dad and some other people. I was going to go off jumps only but I did something else that I regret today.
“Mmmm mmm mmm those were some good fries”. I said.
“Hey dad, Jesse and I are going to go on some more runs” I said.
“Where are you going to go?” My dad asked
“Oh just on Comer, I’m going to go on some more jumps,” I said
“Okay” my dad replied.
“Hay Jesse what run do you want to go on, I think we should hit the jumps and than I want too go on the fun box one more time.”
So Jesse and I went on some jumps and-than we saw my dad. “Hey Niilo go off that jump over there” My dad said.
So I hit the jump and… I fell “Ouch! That hurt" I said to Jesse.
“I’m going to try that rail Jesse,” I said.
“Don’t try it Niilo!” Jesse yelled.
It was about 8:30 at the time. I ollied up on the rail and I fell off the rail and crushed my arm. “Waaaaaa Waaaaaa I think I broke my arm ouch, ouch, ouch go get help it hurts maaaaaaammy waaaaa waaaaa waaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!”
“We are going to put you in this sled and take you back and find your dad okay?” the ski petrol person said
“Okay” I said back.
The people were asking me questions and sadly I barfed. I barfed three hole times.
Four days later I got my cast and to tell the truth it is not so bad but don’t try it.