Rockefeller Skate Center Research Paper

Stepping out of the car I analyzed the environment around me. A gust of fresh air flowed swiftly through my hair and caressed my face. The temperature outside was mildly warm and humid. Rays of sunshine blazed down upon me and begun to heat up my black t-shirt. The black and rough asphalt crumbled beneath my feet as I walked. I could tell that it was recently paved because of how smooth it was when I slid my shoe across it. Sweat collected on both of my palms because of the anxiety I gathered prior to my visit. Everything on my body seemed heavier at the time. The necklace dangling around my neck. My phone and wallet that rested in my pockets. It was the result of all of the built up tension within me. I had no idea what to expect.

Skateboarding has been around since 1944. Initially, created as a crate with wheels and a bar used as a handle bar, the idea was slowly being more refined. Woman’s Army Corps Betty Magnuson, reported seeing French children riding on wooden boards with rollerblade wheels attached to them which would imply that the idea has been played around with but never capitalized upon. From crate boxes with handle bars, to popsicle shaped boards with specialty made wheels backed with a massive culture, skateboarding has become a popular industry.

The Z boys skaters had one girl in their team named Peggy. She was a great skater and skated just like of the boys. In the documentary she said that others talked about how she skated and some of the girls questioned her why she skated like a guy and even protested her to the judges. She wasn’t disqualified for her style, the judges actually said that she was better than some of the guys. She was not offended by the questions at all, she was actually really proud when the judges gave her props.

A few hours earlier I had no idea what I was going to be doing with my afternoon. My family and I sat in the car talking, while my mom drove down the freeway. We started to drive into the city, big sky scrapers surrounded us. My mom exited the freeway and headed downtown. I’d only been in Chicago once before, and it had been for a short hour. We drove around until we found a parking garage. I hopped out of the car, stretching my legs. If you have ever been in an underground parking garage you know their cool and can smell pretty awful. Then we headed out to explore.

A simple cracking sound sent me plummeting to the cold hard ground breathless. The flashing lights illuminated not only an arena of dancing teenagers, but it exposed a world where no one cared. I lie restless while cradling my knee, trying to muster up enough oxygen to yell for help over the blaring beat. The crack in my knee shattered my perception and split my world in half.

The Muskoseepi Park Skatepark and Grande Prairie Skatepark Strategy open house was hosted on October 24th at 6:00 pm in a Muskoseepi Park meeting room facing the proposed expansion site. This open house is part of the council directed Skateboard Park Strategy to access existing parks and recommend new areas and designs that will meet current needs and look ten years into future needs (Grande Prairie Skatepark Strategy, 2017). During this open house participant input on both locations for future skateparks and designs for the City of Grande Prairie and the two proposed concept drawings for the Muskoseepi Park Skateboard park were explored. The following paper will explore and evaluate the nature and organization of the

I sit in the backseat of my parent’s car with my Sister. Behind us is my best friend Kayson with his Mom, Dad and Sister. We are going to New York to stay at a campground and go to the baseball hall of fame. The car ride feels like forever but it's probably because I’m so excited. When we get to the campground we unload our stuff and Kayson and I ride our bikes around. I have to do something to occupy myself because I am so anxious to get to the Hall of Fame. Finally it is time to go. We leave the campground and head to Cooperstown where the Hall of Fame is. We pull up in front of a gigantic red brick building. Kayson and I jump out of the car and run up the steps our parents aren’t far behind. Inside it is magnificent. The walls are lined

The car ride home seemed like it was ten hours long, even though I lived right around the corner. As soon as we got home, I ran straight up to my room. I couldn’t believe what I was just told. I laid flat out on my bed, arms and legs spread out, staring at the ceiling. I had no

It started like this.I just got outside and I put on my roller blades. Went for a skate around the pool, up to A elementary school. Then I went into my house for dinner.After dinner, I came back outside and I was so bored so I just sat in a lawn chair for 30 min.Then finally Cameron Singer came out on his scooter.

I had fifteen minutes to travel from 66th street, where I had just set a date with my oral surgeon to remove my wisdom teeth in a month’s time, June 5th, to my therapist on 97th street, and the six train was taking its sweet time. Finally, my sweaty fingers fought for the grease-lined pole of the subway car. Every surface of my body seemed to press against another person and the thick body heat of the car began to suffocate me. I breathed the breath of a smoker while being dusted with a business woman’s expensive perfume.

Daniel and I met up with a friend in Chicago and throughout the whole day we socialized and shared laughter. She had to catch a train home so we walked her to the train and she was trying to order us a Lyft back to where we were staying but we didn’t want her missing her train so we decided to walk home. It was an hour walk to the apartment me we were staying but throughout the whole walk I didn’t mind because I was with the love of my life. We were walking through downtown Chicago at midnight, they say Chicago is one of the most dangerous cities in the world but in that moment I felt nothing but bliss. The glimmering lights hitting the water while walking with Daniel made me feel infatuation that cheesy movies always try to get to but never hit the mark.

As soon as the 4th of March rolls around on a saturday I am going to start re-training on my rollerblades. I have not been on rollerblades since I was in 6th grade when we had to do it for a gym activity at my old school. I remembered learning how to ride them for that summer and how fun it was. It was also the only way I used to exercise, and when I started getting the hang of those rollerblades it was the first time I had done a physical activity to that extent for long periods of time. That is one reason why I want to start rollerblading again. It has been a long time since I first did it, and because I enjoyed it so much, I was more motivated to exercise. I plan on doing it both days of the weekend and almost all days of Spring Break for

Half way through my 2 hours in the dimly lit skating rink, I clung to the white wall of the rink covered in advertisements of local businesses in the 40-degree December weather. Ice shavings covered my black leggings and my chunky, army green jacket, making me colder as I stood motionless on the ice.

You know that the last thing I’d ever want to do is cause you pain, but this time around, I need to do what’s best for me, even if I’m not exactly sure what it is yet.

Once we had made our way through the grueling line with our overpopulated group, we stepped into our first of three elevators that we would be taking all the way to the top of the tower. The further each small, cramped elevator moved us into the sky, the more extraordinary and unforgettable the city of Paris had felt and looked to me. I pushed through my urges and tried to focus on the matter at hand: I was on the freaking Eiffel Tower in Paris! I thought. The sun began to set, giving us a show that we would not soon forget; the sky had turned into a creamy pastel orange with soothing undertones of lilac and blue. The sun became so captivating that it was difficult to tear my eyes away. Amidst all of this beauty, I still couldn’t shake that feeling inside of me. I couldn’t handle this anguish any longer as I pushed and shoved through countless amounts of people, my patience fleeting. Although, this emotion faded away as fast as it had came as soon as I saw what I had been waiting for for so long. It was as if the gates of Heaven had opened up and I was met with the face of God. The bathroom, fiiiinally! I thought, with a rush of pure adrenaline coursing through my veins. I