One Saturday I and my parents we went skiing. It was very cold but the sun was shining and it was just a perfect weather for skis. We arrived at the ski lift and we started skiing. I love this sport. In winter time me and my parents we go to the ski lift every weekend. When I was skiing downhill I heared a scream and I saw that one girl has fallen down. But it is frequent that people fall down so I didn't care and I skied farther. But when I was up again I saw that she was still lying on the snow. There were two people around her. I decided to check if everything was OK. She couldn't get up. She said that her leg hurt very much. I asked those two people to call for a rescuers. It turned out that they were her parents. I asked her if she could move her leg. She said that she could but it was very painful. I said that she had sprained her ankle. I knew it because on the last lesson at school we were learning how to help people in such cases. I told her to take off her ski - boot because her ankle would swell up. I put both of ski poles under her ankle and I put a snow on her ankle to stop swelling. I told her to keep her leg high. After about ten minutes the rescuers came. They said that it was a good job that I did. They took the girl downhill. I went with them. I asked her for the phone number. I called her in about two days and I went to visit her. She was feeling much better. She was walking on crutches. I came to visit her every day until she recovered. After that time it turned out that I like her very much and that she likes me. Now she is my girlfriend and we love skiing together.
