Afel was twelve years old when he saw them. “What are those?” he asked his uncle excitedly. “Skis,” replied his uncle, “And those people are called skiers.” Afel was in love. He wanted to be a skier.

Story: The Skier

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The skier

Afel was only a very small boy when he first saw snow. But it wasn’t real snow that he saw. No, there was no real snow where he lived. He saw the snow in a picture book. The book had lots of pictures of children playing in big white fields. He asked his mother,
“What are those white fields?” and his mother laughed and said
“That’s snow!” She tried to explain to him what snow was, but Afel didn’t really understand. Sometimes there was rain where he lived, but not very much, so it was very difficult for him to understand what this cold, ice rain that his mother described was. It didn’t matter. Even when he was only a very small boy, Afel was already in love with snow.

He dreamed about snow all the time, trying to imagine how it really was. He thought of big white fields. He thought of the big, heavy clothes the children playing in the snow wore. He thought about feeling cold. He dreamed of being able to fly across the white fields of snow.

Then, when Afel was twelve years old, the next thing happened. One day he was watching the tv at his uncle’s house. His uncle had a big new tv, with all the satellite channels. Afel was watching one of the satellite channels, and a programme came on, and the programme was full of snow. Lots and lots of it. And not only snow – there were people flying across the snow. They looked like strange animals, like fantastic birds. They had hats which covered all their heads and big goggles over their eyes. They wore brightly-coloured clothes. And on their feet, they had things that looked like strange shoes.

“What are those?” he asked his uncle excitedly.
“Skis,” replied his uncle, “And those people are called skiers.” Afel was in love. Here was the snow, and here were people who were flying across the snow. It was just like one of his dreams. It was perfect. At that moment, he decided. He wanted to be a skier.

He asked his uncle what the programme was.

“The Winter Olympics,” said his uncle. “It’s like the normal Olympics, but for sports where you need snow –skiing, ice skating, bobsleigh, those sorts of things. They have it every four years.”

Afel found out that the next Winter Olympics was in Vancouver in Canada, in 2010.

“Perfect,” he thought. “Enough time for me to become a brilliant skier. Then I’ll go to the Winter Olympics, and win the gold medal for skiing.”
“But there’s no snow here!” people told him. “Where are you going to ski?”

Afel didn’t care. He made himself a pair of skis from two pieces of wood. He tied them to his feet and practised skiing holding two sticks in his hands. At first he couldn’t move, but he practised and practised and practised until he could move quite quickly across the sand or the earth where he lived. He tried to fly down the hills like the people on tv, but he couldn’t. He could only move slowly.

“Never mind,” he thought. “It’s a start...”

“How will you go to the Olympics?” people asked him. “Our country doesn’t even have a team that goes to the Winter Olympics. Why don’t you do up athletics instead? You don’t need lots of expensive equipment to practice. Our country is very good at athletics. We have lots of runners. And every time we win lots of medals at the Olympics. But no skiing, no.”

Afel didn’t care. He found that Jamaica had sent a bobsleigh team to the Olympics a few years ago.

“If Jamaica have a bobsleigh team,” he thought, “then our country can have a skier.”

So every night, out in the middle of the desert, Afel now practises skiing down sand dunes. He dreams that the yellow sand and brown earth of the desert is the white white snow of the mountains he saw on the television. He dreams that the yellow sand and brown earth are as gold as the medal he will bring home with him, when he is the world champion.

THE END

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what a good site to improve english. İt like a school

what a fortitude this boy has

Chris Rose's stories are great.Each of them has a few meanings, how intelligent the author is...They help me to improve my english but also teach my how to go through my life.thank you for posting them.

This is a story about that you shouldn't give up. Many people give up when they can't do something. This boy is a role model of man who try to reach object. And of course everyone must has a dream or dreams.... a lot of dreams

A wonderful story and encouraging and all must dreamed of achieving the aim

I think this story is great. Small boy is a very dreamy find I think he will achieve a gold medal on The Winter Olimpics game.

As for me I like this story. Its very nice and interesting story.
It is great that the boy dreamed, he wanted to become the skier, will go to the Winter Olympics and will be the world champion of Winter Olympics. Afel did not care that there is no snow and he practiced skiing on sand dunes.
We should have dream and we will have achieved what we set out to do.

I think that everyone should have a dream like this boy. Although he realizes that he can not ski in his place, but he believes in it, and will strive to do so, the text is very informative, interesting! HI 9 "B"

This is a very positive story. Afel set a goal and decided to reach it despite all the difficulties and the assurances of others that it is impossible. This story inspires and shows that we shouldn't give up no matter what. 
 

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