1. One winter day when I was fourteen, my father took me to a ski hill that I had never been to. "Take a ski class?" I asked. He laughed, "No, Beth. I'll teach you(1) . "
On the bunny hill( 初学者滑雪道) , there were a lot of children. I was worried to hit them(2) I didn't know how to stop my skis. So when I saw a little kid in front of me, I fell over to stop. After(3) hour or two, I was tired.
"Let's(4) up to the yellow ski run, " Dad said. At the chair lift, we saw other people going up. "See, Beth, that's how you get on the lift, " he said. Getting on the chair lift wasn't too(5) . I laughed.
There were three stops. We came up to the first stop. The chair lift was moving very quickly. My dad got(6) . But by the time I was ready, it was too late! I turned around and watched as my father looked smaller and smaller while I went up the mountain alone. Help!
At the next stop, I knew I must move(7) this time. I remembered my plan from the bunny hill. Fall down! I tumbled(摔倒) in the snow, but at least I was on the snow again. A few minutes later, my dad(8) . He was laughing, but I saw that he was worried. "Now we're on the blue run, " he said. " It's not easy. "
You guessed it, I fell down a lot. I realized(9) they called it a "blue" run. My legs and bottom were all black and blue, but I had learnt how to ski. (10) amazing Saturday!