The jump

I sped down the white slope, climbed a mound, slowed down a little, and reached its top - a little jump, something funny in my stomach, skis back on the ground, and balance regained. The next mound, brimming with confidence, I sped up its slope, but dint slow down. A terrific jump, but lost my balance, hit the ground - and boom, blast, dhchaak - my skis detached, face in the snow, nose and lips bleeding, different parts of the body hurting, but nevertheless,  a charmed escape with no broken bones - something to gild a tall story.. the scars remain though - medals of bravery or reminders of bravado