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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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 liked the text. Because it gives us hope about the fact that everyone has to go for their dreams and try to play it.

This is very strong boy, he will not refuse from the dream. He doen't listen to people who contradict to him. I think, he will achieve everything that he want

This is very strong boy. He  will never not refuse from his  dream, he wants to be engaged only in this sport ,though people dissuade it. He aspires to the dream and does for this purpose all possible. I think, he will achieve what he want.

I liked this stories. This story shows how important it is in life to be dedicated and go to his purpose very hard and hope.
And yours dream necessarily come true if If diligently achive this.
As say one Russian man "Dreams come true, when thoughts turn into action."
 
 

He has so much interest, that nothing can prevent him. Very useful...

Very interesting!

it's very nice story , i like it very much , i think the mean idea of this story is ,if you have not the sources for doing some thing ,always there is other sources even if this sources sample ........
 

It's very strange story?
Is real ?

¿What about a life without dreams? Dreams are the strength that pull people up to get goals. Even love is a dream that lets people share dreams and feel happiness. Then, we easily could say: Life is a dream and dreams are really true and although many questions should be figure out I think is better to be quiet enjoying our own dreams.  

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