My Essay on Skateboarding

When I was in sixth grade, my friends and I weren’t very popular. I had five best friends who were in all my classes, and we stuck very close together. While we listened to punk rock and wore baggy clothes, the rest of our school listened to pop, wore designer jeans and working in PaperLeaf Toronto services as a writer.
A month after school started, Liam, Ozzy, Heather, Jaime, Chris and I walked to the junior high school to try to look cool standing around the eighth graders. A group of five boys and two girls were skateboarding in the parking lot. They practically flew as they slid down handrails, added spins and slapped their decks against the stairs. We couldn’t believe they were able to pull off those tricks and live to tell about it. They made it look so easy! Their adrenaline spread to us, and we knew we had to try it. After we watched them for 40 minutes, they came over to talk to us. They told us stories about how they learned to ride and a place where we could get good equipment.

One place they mentioned wasn’t far from my house. The eighth graders told us that if we got some cheap boards and went to the downtown skate park, we could start our skateboarding lessons on Saturday at three o’clock. When we got there, we were surrounded by high school students who didn’t look like the nicest people in the world. We slowly walked through the gates as we watched them fly. As soon as they saw us, they stopped skating, grabbed their boards and walked toward us. My friends and I looked at each other, ready to run. They stood over us like giants. The biggest one, Matt, stared down at us as his voice boomed, „Are you ready?“ We cautiously nodded. The giants turned and started walking back toward the half pipes. „Let¹s go!“ Matt yelled, as we quickly ran after them. For the next five hours, we learned the basics, such as how to stand on the board without falling.

We talked and laughed together on the walk home. Those big tall monsters weren¹t as scary as we thought. Within a month, we were tackling the half pipes and aggressive street skating. Our circle of friends had grown, my grades had improved, and I actually had high school students defending me when there were run-ins with other cliques. That¹s the dream of every sixth-grader, and it came true for me. After about eight months of skating, I went back to the skate shop and bought a new board. I picked out a new World Industries deck, Independent trucks and Spitfire wheels. I still have that board. I’ve been skating for almost four years now, and some of my friends have decided to go pro. One of them might even join the X-Games. Still, skateboarding isn’t as easy as everyone makes it look. In the time that I’ve been skating, I have broken 12 bones and dislocated my right knee three times. More and more people started hanging around the skate park. It was finally getting the population it deserved. If it weren’t for that skate park, I never would have met some of the best friends I could have ever asked for. Two months ago, my five close friends and I were skateboarding in the middle school parking lot when we saw a group of sixth graders watching us. We went over to talk to them, and they started their lessons that Saturday at three o’clock sharp.