Personal Narrative: Broken Board

Realizing my life had become unmanageable took place some time before coming to CityTeam. I was living day-to-day in my addiction, not caring about anything or anyone. Stealing was a daily task for me at this time; honest work was not an option. I was unable to keep a job because, no matter what, the drugs came first. Stealing, cheating and lying became all I knew of how to survive.

We were racing through the field and I just kept thinking to myself nothing bad will happen. There was an oil pumping jack on a hill up ahead. The hill was not to steep; it was much like a small ditch. The pumping jack was surrounded with white gravel. As we were getting closer Taylor started to slow down until we finally came to a complete stop. Taylor told us how she used to jump the four wheelers up the hill and how much fun it was. This was the point where I started to second guess being on the four wheeler with a person I did not know. Taylor sped up and jumped over the hill, she landed perfectly. Jadey decided to try it so I held on really tight, we sped up and shot over the hill. We landed great the first time and went back for another round. As Jadey got more confident doing this we began going faster and higher off the hill. It was the fourth round that did not go so well. We took off from about thirty yards away and were going fairly fast, over the hill and up into the air we went. The four wheeler started to tip forward and I could tell we were going to land with the front wheels first. Jadey panicked and hit the brakes right as the front wheels hit the ground which caused me to fly forward and fall off the four wheeler. The four wheeler ran over my left inner thigh and I hit my head on the hard gravel. It all happened so quickly that is was a

We played a couple of times of tag then we decided to race to see who can get to the other side of the bleachers first. When we started racing I stepped on something and almost fell. I looked

Our drill director decided to stop by and see how we were doing. There was an issue that we had talked about before where the color guard would mesh with the drum line, while throwing a toss at the same time. This was extremely dangerous considering that we had no control of our flags and of how close we were to other people. Because of this, the drill director decided to change the drill so that we would be moving while throwing the toss. I was extremely resentful of this because i was not very good at this toss and now i would be moving while the flag was in the air. The first few times we went through the new drill i simply did not throw the toss and when i decided to throw it i would not throwing it as high as it was supposed to be. Once i had the drill completely memorized, i decided to push myself and throw the toss the way i knew to, with all of my strength and keeping my free hand in the air. We were going through the set and i was nailing it, i threw my flag up high up into the sky, watching it as it spun round and round. It seemed to come down with double the force that it was thrown with and because of that and because i didn't leave my free hand in the air to catch the flag and to guard my face i t came crashing down onto my nose. My hand flew up to my nose and i ran from the flag, not wanting to mess up anything else. I knew right away that my nose was bleeding. I took my hand away from my nose and

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

So, when I was like five I used to hang out with Nick, Dakota, Kiser, Collin, Dawson, and a few other boys. That day it was just us six though. The boys were jumping off of the equipment at recess. We were playing “transformers”. I decided to just run around and not jump off it. I went down the slide and stuff like that. I was smarter than them and knew something would happen. They kept jumping and trying to make me but I refused. It was about a five foot jump down. They kept pushing me and literally tried to push me off a few times. After about ten minutes of this I finally decided to jump. It was fun at first and I kept going for a while. I would jump, run around to the stairs, crawl through the tunnel, and jump again. I did this about twelve times until they thought it would be funny to push me off. I’m sure my face was priceless when I realized what was happening. I ended up trying to land correctly but messed up and landed on the side of my right ankle so it turned in and immediately went down. The boys jumped off and surrounded me, looking at me because they had no idea what happened. I couldn’t get up until they blew the whistle and I had to. I ended up being able to get up but had tears in my eyes (I didn’t like to cry and still don’t. I like to think I’m tough and no matter what happens I’ll be ok.). I hobbled back to class while everyone else was running back. I almost made it back when one of the aid’s stopped me. She said “Oh my gosh, are you ok!?”. I looked at her and

Before I longboarded, I thought that I would never learn hot to ride one or that I as going to get hurt. Well one of those things came true and I’ll tell you that it wasn’t the first one. It was a sunny Milwaukee afternoon and me and my friend Nick were very hungry. He wanted to go to Wendy's but no one there to drive us and it was at least a mile away. He suggested that he rides his longboard, and I ride my bike, but my bike was buried in the back of my garage. But then he said that I should ride my dad's longboard to Wendy’s. I was nervous but I said I would only ride it if my dad said yes thinking that he would say no. So I called him and asked him and he said yes so I grabbed the board and went outside. When I tried to ride it, I was slow

“your good,what happened to his foot”which was a mistake he came at me like a freight train and he tackled me so hard I fell and punched him strait in the face and fell down and did not wake up so I ran and started skateboarding away.I did not notice, but a beat down truck with Colorado licence plates was following me and then I turned into an alley and they suddenly stopped and the Dad jumped out and chased me into a wall and all I could see was a truck roof. In a free parking lot with a broken

My first time out on a skateboard was such a exhilarating experience. I was about 8 years old and wanted to follow in the footsteps of my bother. He was so cool to watch and I wanted nothing more than to be just like him, watching his tricks, the flips the air all on a board with tiny wheels. Finally the day had come I got the courage to ask him to show me the ropes, teach me to skateboard just like him. He brought me out to the street and helped me on the board and I started pushing around he suggested I try an ollie, a ollie is a combination of popping, sliding, and jumping on the skate all at the same time, I couldn’t even come close. I attempted and fell to the ground over and over again, but with the encouragement of my brother

Stepping on to the scratched up ice, however still gleaming in all the light. I remember shaking of fright and of the cold atmosphere surrounding me. Not knowing what was coming next. Will I fall?, Miss a step? Forget my program? Soon enough my music would start and I would be off. Thinking about my program, hoping I wouldn't mess anything up. It was all a big blur, nothing was clear to me. The audience was filled with parents and skaters from all parts of the COS (Central Ontario Section). The judges seemed to be staring me down, trying not to look at their mean, cold eyes, I stepped on the ice. Everyone staring at me, it made me very uncomfortable, and I felt pretty awkward being there. I tried not to show my fear, however I don't think I did that very well. There was this little girl at her first skating competition, and the first one to go, how will she do?

So my first lesson was how to balance on the skateboard. Albert told me where to put my feet and I stood on the skateboard. I was so scared I was going to fall and I did. He help me up and told me not to be so scared and shaky. So I tried again And I did it really well. I even leaned forward and back so once I started riding I would already know how to turn. So now I needed to learn how to balance on the skateboard with one leg and it only took a couple tries to get it down. So once I learned how to balance on the skateboard Albert told me to step on it and he pushed me.I was going so fast on the skateboard but then I remembered about my training. I started to balance and I started to turn and then I was riding a skateboard. All I had to do know was balance on one foot and kick back by other leg so I can push myself. I started to do that and I fell.

I remember one time when I went to camp in Missouri for a week, one of our activities was zip-lining. I was really nervous because I have never been zip lining, this was a new experience. I was really nervous because it was at least 3-4 stories off the ground. With my anxiety it is difficult to try new things and this was something I thought I would never do. Before I got to the zip line I had to complete a rope course. I immediately felt like I was going to fall off of the rope. I didn’t fall, I made it to the board-shifting course. I was extremely nervous. At one point I slipped, and couldn’t find where one of the boards were. As soon as I got to the end of the boards, when I was about to get off, someone jumped on the entrance of the course

I began to wobble. seconds later my feet weren't planted on the ice anymore, but above my head. No matter what I did, I kept falling. I kept getting frustrated thinking "I would get this right." At that age I thought I could do anything, but I slowly realize I couldn't do everything I want to, Ice skating was one of them.

With my friend I decided to ride the the best roller coaster that Six Flags had,and after the ride , I felt very proud that I had ridden a big roller coaster for once in my life without being scared. When I got on, I was exited about going on the big rollrcoaster, and there was a huge drop. My friend was really scared but I was excited. I told my friends "I want the red won". Blue, green and red were suppost to race, but everybody know that the red one always wins but I was just riding it for fun. So we did the huge drop and it looked like I would hit a wood beam butI passed underneath. Then I went up and down and up again. The second drop wasn't as big as the first but

One moment; that’s all it takes. A single moment that leaves you breathless almost as if time has stopped in its tracks. These moments don’t come around all the time but when they do; it’s life-changing. Cold. Dark. Abandoned. It was a cool November night in Goldsboro, NC. The seasons still transitioning from the hot and humid summer to the brisk autumn weather. Leaves scattered on the street in bright reds, oranges, and yellows. The smell of whiskey filled the air. The only sound you could hear was the agonizing screaming coming from the little brick house at the end of the street. At the time I was barely one, a young child new to the world. With no choice I lay there in the corner of the room. Tears rolled down my face one by one like the single raindrops before a storm. The screaming became louder as my parents stormed closer to the mesh playpen. “You did it again! How could you do this? Not just to me but to your daughter too!” my mom shouted. Her voice cracked as she was barely able to speak. It was like someone had their hand covering her mouth allowing her only to speak when they released their hand for a brief moment. My mom's cold hands slipped under my arms as she picked me up from the playpen. Tears filled her dark brown eyes as the screaming ceased; suddenly then all at once. She tightened her grip around me as we watched him walk out the front door leaving only memories and broken promises behind. We waited days for the return of the man we thought