The accident 6 years ago Everyone remembers the memory of a terrible accident when they were children, for me it is the sinful accident in a ski resort in Japan. The event happened six and a half years ago, on March 22, 2007. I was just an "innocent" nine-year-old, making my first attempt at skiing. To this day, I still remember the terrible fall into the cavernous mud, being stuck there for what seemed like ages, panicking and screaming for help. This trip was supposed to be a vacation, but at first it turned out to be the opposite. It was a freezing day with temperatures below -2 degrees Celsius in the resort. At first glance out the window, snow was piling up on the edges of the balcony. The wind was fierce and rattled against the windows. I woke up to screaming winds, eagerly awaiting a new day even if the scene outside turned out to be different than that. No one could have been more excited than me. It would be my first time skiing, I'm having the time of my life, forgetting about unfinished projects and disastrous test results. Life could only get better today, what could go wrong? The answer was everything. As in any case I was optimistic; things would prove catastrophic. Unfortunately, these problems still occur today; it's as if my mind is intricately programmed to detect bad luck and I do this by being optimistic. On the slopes of Japan, six years ago, this once again confirmed my hypothesis about these phenomena. On this freezing day, everything went downhill from the first step on the snowy hill. From this delightful journey, the encrusted surface filled me with joy. Nothing has been more amazing than this discovery since I got a video game console. Like any nine year old... halfway... the attempt proved futile. The most memorable moment was skiing down the hill and crashing into an invincible rock. The cursed rock threw me into the air with no control over myself. Miraculously I fell back onto the caked surface, but somehow the impact caused my entire body to crash into it instead of my legs getting stuck like before. By the end of the trip where everything was disastrous, I had learned dozens of depressing facts about skiing. The reality was that skiing was boring and the snow was dangerous. Finally I knew I wasn't going to be a skier. It was hard to swallow, but I understood it from these mistakes. I could become a professional skier just by playing my virtual person in a video game. From this sad conclusion, the holiday that never was is summed up: dark with the feeling of being a failure in everything I fought for..