Longboarding: The First Fall

On Friday, my friends called me to come play with them. We decided to go longboarding. We simply longboarded around between our houses. It was a lot of fun!

Then, I had a brilliant idea. GO DOWN A BIG HILL! We found a really great hill to go down. It twisted just a little to give it some challenge, yet it was safe…or so I thought.

I started off, going smoothly. I didn’t gather speed wobble as I cruised down the hill. First curve, safe. I was rounding the second curve, and out of nowhere grew a rock! It was the size of my palm.

The rock lodged itself underneath my front axle. I had about half a second to decide what to do. Before I could react, I was thrown into the air. I flew what seemed like a mile. More than anything I wanted to land on my feet and be safe, but that was not the case. Instead I landed on my stomach. I slid quite a ways. I simply laid on the cement, feeling dead. My friends came over and laughed insanely at me. I knew that I had to have looked silly.

When I finally rolled over. I discovered holes in my favorite jeans, my left bracelet broke, my stomach was scratched, my left hand looked like tenderized steak, my right arm looked as if I tried to shave using sandpaper. Later that day, I discovered I had a cracked rib, and about ten bruises on my torso. After I fell, I tried to get up, but both my legs were too sore to support me. So I sat on my longboard down the rest of the hill. At the bottom, I forced myself to a standing position. I walked the rest of the ten blocks.

I got home and just relaxed. All of me was beaten up pretty badly.

The next day, I woke up, and went to Lagoon. haha.

~ by poeticprincess1014 on May 8, 2008.