Snowboarding Bedtime Stories

Sometimes short snowboarding bedtime stories feel best when the snow sounds soft and the air smells like pine. This snowboarding bedtime story follows Shawn and his star speckled board as he faces a first big jump and chooses courage in a gentle way. If you want bedtime stories about snowboarding that stay calm and cozy, you can make your own free snowboarding bedtime stories with Sleepytale.

Shawn's Sky High Snowboard Dream

5 min 43 sec

Shawn zipped up his bright red jacket and stepped onto the glittering snow at the top of Silver Ridge.
The morning sun painted the slopes gold, and the frosty air tickled his nose.

He took a deep breath, tasting pine and adventure.
Today felt different.

Today felt big.
His snowboard, painted with tiny silver stars, shimmered beside him like a sleeping dragon.

Shawn tapped the board with his boot.
“Ready, Starlight?”

he whispered.
The board seemed to hum back.

He slid it free, clipped his boots into the bindings, and glided toward the edge.
Below, the trail curved down the mountain like a white ribbon, then launched into a perfect ramp that the older kids called the Sky Gate.

Shawn had watched them fly, but he had never dared.
Until now.

He crouched low, heart drumming.
Push, swoosh, push, swoosh.

Snow sprayed behind him like comet dust.
The ramp rushed closer.

Shawn counted inside his head.
Three, two, one.

He bent his knees, sprang upward, and the world flipped into quiet.
For a heartbeat, the mountain vanished.

Shawn floated above the treetops, higher than the chairlift, higher than the clouds.
Wind sang past his helmet.

He stretched his arms wide and felt like a bird, like a rocket, like a dream with a heartbeat.
Time stretched like taffy.

He saw the distant lake sparkling, the tiny village roofs, the sun winking off the ski patrol mirror.
He smelled hot chocolate somewhere far below.

He spun slowly, weightless, and spotted a bald eagle gliding beneath him, eyeing him with curious gold eyes.
Shawn grinned so big his cheeks pushed his goggles.

“I’m flying!”
his heart shouted.

The eagle tilted its wing as if to say, “Welcome to the sky club.”
Then gravity politely tapped his shoulder.

The ramp reappeared, white and waiting.
Shawn tucked, rotated, and landed with a soft thump that shook snow from the pine boughs.

He slid to a stop, breathless.
The mountain cheered with crackling snow.

Shawn looked up at the Sky Gate, then down at Starlight.
“Again?”

he laughed.
The board wiggled yes.

They rode the chairlift up, higher each time, chasing the feeling.
On the third trip, the lift chair bumped and swayed.

Shawn shared it with Maya, a girl with rainbow braids and a board painted like a sunset.
“You flew,” she said, eyes shining.

“I thought you were a shooting star.”
Shawn blushed.

“It felt like one.”
Maya pointed to the next peak.

“Ever tried the Moonlight Glade?
My grandpa says it’s secret and soft and perfect for first big airs.”

Shawn’s eyes widened.
He had heard rumors of a hidden glade where snowflakes glowed faintly, but no one had ever shown him.

The lift reached the top.
They hopped off, skated to a quiet ridge where frosted pines formed a gateway.

Maya slipped between two trunks.
“Follow me.”

Shawn glided after her.
Inside the glade, moonlight somehow filtered through even at midday, dappling the snow silver.

The ground curved into a natural halfpipe that ended in a rise shaped like a dolphin’s back.
Shawn’s pulse quickened.

“This is it,” Maya said.
“The launch to the sky.”

They took turns, whooshing down, swooshing up, laughing as snow fairies seemed to swirl around them.
Shawn tried a gentle jump first, then higher, then higher.

Each time, the floating moment returned, bright and endless.
On the seventh run, Maya clapped her mittens.

“Let’s do it together.”
They lined up side by side, counted down, and flew.

Up they rose, two bright birds against the silver sky.
Shawn reached out; Maya reached out.

Their mittens touched midair like secret high fives.
Below, the glade spun, the mountain sang, and Shawn felt bigger than his boots, bigger than his fears, bigger than the sky itself.

They landed softly, spraying powder like happy fireworks.
Breathless, they flopped on their backs and made star angels in the snow.

Overhead, clouds drifted in shapes of dragons, dolphins, and doorways.
Shawn pointed.

“Next time, let’s aim for that cloud castle.”
Maya laughed.

“Deal.”
They rode down together, talking about tricks, dreams, and hot cocoa with extra marshmallows.

At the lodge, steamy windows glowed.
They clomped inside, cheeks rosy.

Shawn’s dad waited with two mugs.
“Heard you touched the sky,” he said, eyes twinkling.

Shawn sipped cocoa, marshmallows bobbing like tiny rafts.
“It tastes like clouds,” he sighed.

Outside, snowflakes began to fall, each one a tiny promise of tomorrow’s flights.
That night, Shawn hung Starlight on his wall.

He snuggled under blankets and replayed the day in his head: the hush before launch, the eagle’s wink, the midair high five.
He felt the mountain breathing beneath him even in his bedroom.

He whispered, “Thank you, mountain,” and drifted into dreams of silver glades and endless sky.
When morning returned, the world wore a fresh white coat.

Shawn leapt from bed, pressed his nose to the window, and saw the Sky Gate gleaming like an open door.
He grinned.

Today he would soar again, higher, longer, braver.
Because once you learn you can fly, the mountain never lets you forget.

Why this snowboarding bedtime story helps

The story begins with a small worry about trying a new jump and then eases into comfort. Shawn notices his fluttery feelings, takes it one run at a time, and finds steadiness through practice and a friendly guide. It lingers simple steps like clipping in, counting down, and sipping cocoa, so warm feelings have room to grow. The scenes move slowly from the ridge to the ramp to a quiet hidden glade, then back to the lodge and bed. That gentle loop makes the arc easy to follow, which can help the body settle as the ending approaches. A softly glowing snowfall in the final moments adds a little wonder without turning the mood loud. For snowboarding bedtime stories to read, try a low voice and pause the hush of powder, the golden light, and the cozy steam of hot chocolate. When Shawn thanks the mountain and drifts into sleep, it is easier for listeners to feel ready to rest too.

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Create Your Own Snowboarding Bedtime Story

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