I was about twelve when I hit a point in my life that would change my personality. At the time I was thinking it would not change who I am or what I did. To bad it made me do things I said I would never do. In order to tell you what happened, you must know who I am. I loved to skate board all day and party at night. Most of the time I would skate with two or three of my friends, because case there would be too much competition between us. When it came to parting, it was better to have a lot of friends. I was just having fun being a kid wasting my summer away. After we got bored of skating for fun, we decided to try to make a video. It sounded like a good idea, so we spent the little summer we had left filming each other. It made skating so much funnier because we weren’t just doing one trick, it was three or four in a row.
The one thing I hated the most was the first day of school. I was starting the 8th grade. After the first week I was getting very bored. I was still skating in my free time. One day there were a lot of my friends skating together, so I joined them. We were all trying to out do each other. The one thing that no one has tried was to jump three garbage barrels the long way. We would jump a barrel standing, sideways, and any other way. At that time two the long way was godly but three was just impossible. I was thinking what is the worst thing that could happen? So I set it up. As I was looking at it, I realized why no one has tried it. They were so long when they were lined up, it was longer than me if I would lay by it. Finally the butterflies were getting out of my stomach, so I went for it. As I rolled up the ramp, I felt my front foot catch the curve on the top of the board as I was in the air. It was the best feeling I had. As I came back down, my back foot was not on the board all the way. My shoe skidded across the cement, and I was so excided that I was the first person to do it.
This was like the first man on the moon kind of thing. Now I have to do it again to be in our film. I wasn’t really thinking of what was going on. it was like I had a plan A but not a plan B type of thing. I think I just was in a rush to do it again. This time I felt my front foot extend over the curve on the top of the board. It was the side of my foot that I landed on instead of the board. The loudest yell I have ever yelled followed the crash.
I took my shoe and sock off to look at my foot. my foot rotated inward after I took my shoe off. I felt sick to my stomach as I looked at my foot. I crawled to a ramp to put my foot up on it, as I waited for my mom to take me the hospital. This was the first thing I broke, but latter: I found out I really scarred my growth plate in pieces. I was given a date to come back for surgery and a splint. Well my surgery didn’t go as planned; they were hopping to make a little cut but ended up slicing my ankle wide open and sucking out the blood clots and splinters of bones Then they screwed two screws in and stitched and stapled me shut. The one good thing about this was I missed a week of school.
My parents said I have to quite skating or I should say my dad said I have to. I never really quit after it healed. It took at least another year and a half for me to quit. Ever since that happened, I haven’t tried something thing like that, and I don’t plan on it. I think it taught me a lesson, to skate in my ability and be careful about what I do now. I could have caused long term damage, but I will not know until I get older. The one thing it made me do that I thought I would never do is stop skating.