I have been sitting in the garage for about 2 months or so now. I always ask myself “Why my owner bought me if he’s never going to ride me?” I was bought about two months ago and I am still brand new but instead of riding me he just leaves me in the garage instead of riding me. For so long I have been sitting here bored and lonely in the garage. Every time somebody walks into the garage I get the feeling inside me of excitement like someone is going to ride me but every single time they just walk by me without even looking and my brand new shiny wheel and my graffiti drawing and on my board which is in my opinion pretty wicked.
As I was sitting in the garage like always bored out of my mind my owner walked into the garage. He looked to his right where there was a hook with a helmet on. He grabbed the shiny black helmet and strapped it on; I was the most exciting skateboard in the world. I rolled myself right in front of him to make sure he could find me. He picked me up and brought me up the driveway, I was a bit scared because my street that I live on had a humongous steep hill and I had a feeling he was going to go down it. I dropped on the ground and he jumped on me right after. As he started rolling down the steep hill I could feel the hard sharp rocks that my smooth brand new wheels were running over. The rocks were flying up hitting me and it kind of hurt. We built up speed and started hustling hard down this hill but as we approached the bottom of the hill I saw a big rock sitting in the middle of the road but the bad thing was that I don’t think my owner saw it. At this time we were going very fast and even if he did it would be too late to stop so either way we were going to wipe out hard. We were getting really close to the rock and then I think my owner finally saw the rock.
He swerved out of the way trying to avoid the rock. He fell off me and flu the other way and I rolled onto someone’s front yard. As I hit the curb going onto the grass I felt a chip in me. I have never felt as much pain in my life. My owner came and picked me up and realized I had chip in me. He picked me up and brought me back to house all the way up the hill, I don’t think my owner had any injuries but I sure did. As we reached the drive way he put me down and tested me out driving me down the drive way. I cracked even more. So he grabbed me and thru me back in the garage in the corner where nobody will ever notice me. Ever since then he has never rid me again and as I sit here for the rest of my life untouched I will keep wondering if anyone will ever do anything with me again.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Overcoming Chanllenges
Overcoming some type of challenge or fear is pretty difficult at times but as long as you try your hardest, practice and use motivation to keep you going you can reach you dream or fear and accomplish it. Whatever it is, riding a bike, scared of the dark or even overcoming your fear of talking to people or being shy.
Say you really want to improve at a sport, let’s say hockey and you’re not very good at hockey but you want to improve. There are a lot of things that you can to improve your game. One thing that you could possibly do to improve is that try to go on the ice as many times as you can. Maybe rent ice or go to stick n puck or something but just try to skate as much as you can, every time you have a chance. Also you will have to try very hard at it, even if you can’t do something, don’t just quit, keep trying and trying until you get it. Use motivation to get started and desire to keep you going.
Another thing you could do is practice your shot or stick handling at your own house. Just go into your garage of your house and all you need is a hockey stick and a ball preferably a golf ball and just stick handle for a while. Go for as long as you can go for without losing control. Eventually you will get really good if you keep doing every day.
There are a lot of other things that you could do to improve at hockey but that’s all I’m going to say so try you’re hardest and never quit!
Say you really want to improve at a sport, let’s say hockey and you’re not very good at hockey but you want to improve. There are a lot of things that you can to improve your game. One thing that you could possibly do to improve is that try to go on the ice as many times as you can. Maybe rent ice or go to stick n puck or something but just try to skate as much as you can, every time you have a chance. Also you will have to try very hard at it, even if you can’t do something, don’t just quit, keep trying and trying until you get it. Use motivation to get started and desire to keep you going.
Another thing you could do is practice your shot or stick handling at your own house. Just go into your garage of your house and all you need is a hockey stick and a ball preferably a golf ball and just stick handle for a while. Go for as long as you can go for without losing control. Eventually you will get really good if you keep doing every day.
There are a lot of other things that you could do to improve at hockey but that’s all I’m going to say so try you’re hardest and never quit!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Day of The Falling Fish!
It was the bottom of the ninth inning and we were winning 5-4 in the championship game. I was the pitcher and my heart was racing. There were two outs and the count was full and the batter up was the best in the league. I took one deep breathe, winded up and when I was just about to release the ball a real live fish came out of no were and hit me on the head. The fans all took a deep breath as I dropped to the ground. After laying there for about 20 seconds my coach came out to the mound to check up on me and see if I was alright. I finally got up and looked around; everyone was staring at me like I was an alien from another planet. I looked down to my left and there was a gigantic real live fish just laying there on the ground, I thought to myself “That was probably what hit me on the head.” I looked up in the sky and all of a sudden millions of fish came falling from the sky!
We all started screaming and running to the nearest coverage. I quickly hustled to my dugout where there was coverage. Everyone was huddled under the dugout and the only thing you could hear was the noise of the humongous fish that were smashing against the top of the dugout. Eventually the fish started coming thru the dugout roof so we all ran to our cars and started driving away. Luckily no fish have hit me yet except for the one that hit me in the head when I was pitching which made the headache start kicking in right about now. As my parents and I started to drive away I kept hearing the fish smash against the roof of my car which made enormous dents in the car. As we were driving down the streets everyone was running and screaming for coverage. When we got home well all rushed into the house and went directly to the basement which was probably the safest spot to be in the house. As we stayed down there for about an hour we could still hear the fish hitting against the house.
After about an hour and a half the noise of the fish hitting against the house stopped. We all got up and went up the stairs of the basement leading to the 1st floor of our house. We went to the front door of our house, looked thru the window and saw no fish what so ever. I built up the courage to open the door after a couple of minutes, so I opened it and slowly creped to the lawn looking around for fish. There were only fish on the ground but no more falling. Everyone came out of their houses and celebrated this moment after what had happened. After about a couple of days that it took to clean up all the fish off the ground we continued our championship game awhile after the event had happened. So it was the bottom of the ninth, 2 outs, we were winning 5-4 and the count was full. I took one more final deep breath and winded up for the pitch. He swung and missed! We won the championship and the croud went wild. My team came piling on me on the mound, raised me up above their shoulders and started to chant my name. Ever since that day I have never forgot it and I never will.
We all started screaming and running to the nearest coverage. I quickly hustled to my dugout where there was coverage. Everyone was huddled under the dugout and the only thing you could hear was the noise of the humongous fish that were smashing against the top of the dugout. Eventually the fish started coming thru the dugout roof so we all ran to our cars and started driving away. Luckily no fish have hit me yet except for the one that hit me in the head when I was pitching which made the headache start kicking in right about now. As my parents and I started to drive away I kept hearing the fish smash against the roof of my car which made enormous dents in the car. As we were driving down the streets everyone was running and screaming for coverage. When we got home well all rushed into the house and went directly to the basement which was probably the safest spot to be in the house. As we stayed down there for about an hour we could still hear the fish hitting against the house.
After about an hour and a half the noise of the fish hitting against the house stopped. We all got up and went up the stairs of the basement leading to the 1st floor of our house. We went to the front door of our house, looked thru the window and saw no fish what so ever. I built up the courage to open the door after a couple of minutes, so I opened it and slowly creped to the lawn looking around for fish. There were only fish on the ground but no more falling. Everyone came out of their houses and celebrated this moment after what had happened. After about a couple of days that it took to clean up all the fish off the ground we continued our championship game awhile after the event had happened. So it was the bottom of the ninth, 2 outs, we were winning 5-4 and the count was full. I took one more final deep breath and winded up for the pitch. He swung and missed! We won the championship and the croud went wild. My team came piling on me on the mound, raised me up above their shoulders and started to chant my name. Ever since that day I have never forgot it and I never will.
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