Rollerblades

I was visiting my uncle in Minnesota one summer. My cousin Jeremy was there too. He had some rollerblades and my uncle had some spare ones in storage that he let me use. Jeremy and I would go rollerblading allot, but no matter how hard I pumped I could barely get any speed. We still had fun though.

When I got back home I asked my mom to buy me some. She did and they weren’t clunkers like the ones I was used to. I was about to rollerblade in our apartment complex. I didn’t wanna wear any pads or anything but my mom made me.. I was so mad cause I thought it’d make me look stupid.

That complex had a VERY steep hill. I was used to the crappy ones I used at my uncles. I pumped twice and I was flying like a bat out of hell and within seconds I fell. I was going so fast, even on my back I passed a car. Thanks to the pads I slowed down and wasn’t hurt.

And thanks to the fall I didn’t keep going. It was a gated complex and I wouldn’t have been able to stop at that speed. I wouldn’t have run into the gate so fast I’d have had a concussion.

After I was done sliding and was able to get up, I took those rollerblades off and with shaky legs I walked back home.

I was probably around 11 years old. Not sure. But I never rollerbladed again.