Some old stories pt.1

This wasn't originally written in English, try not to kill me ☆ミ

It was like this, one beautiful sunny day (when the wind was blowing unpleasantly in my face and it was freezing cold) my family and I decided to go skiing. So we packed up, got in the car and took a long (about four minutes) drive to the nearest ski area. We bought a day pass (or whatever the name of the thing that gets me on the cable car), put on our skis and headed to the slope. We went through the turnstile and found out that the lift was not working and only the anchor was in operation (for those who don't know about anchors: www.skizacler.com 4th photo). We rode a few rides and were about to get on the anchor again. I always ride it with my cousin and this time it was no different. So we drove to the point where we were supposed to wait for the anchor. The anchor was already approaching us when we noticed that the man who was supposed to serve us was chatting to someone and neglecting his job. The anchor had already arrived, so my sister took it last night and wanted to give it to us, when the guy obviously doesn't have the time for it. But of course my cousin doesn't make a living by giving anchors (unlike some people) and so she gave it to her badly. She only gave it to herself and I managed to grab the poles and thus got to the anchor. So the anchor went happily up the steep slope. I was pulling behind her, holding on only with my hands and didn't know whether to let go or not. My cousin wasn't giving it either, because the anchor was tilting because of me, so she tried to balance it with her somehow so that we wouldn't go off the road. We're halfway up the slope. I'm holding on and I feel like my hands are going to fall off in a moment and my cousin is trying to balance it somehow. She notices that I'm probably not going to give it any more and gives me her hand. Luckily, we soon entered the "intermediate slope" (a part of the slope a little after the halfway point, which is not so steep) and after the "intermediate slope" there is another steep part of the hill. My cousin and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on to the next part like that anymore, so it was the only option. My cousin pulled on the anchor rod to lower the anchor more and I grabbed onto it, so I got in front of the anchor, which is the position I would normally have been in from the beginning. So that's the end of the story about what it's like when someone slacks off and leaves the poor little people to their fate. After all, the guy didn't even stop the anchor. It must have looked pretty funny, how I sat there on that anchor and tried my best to hold on. In the end, It's just a story now.