In this particular moment I knew I screwed up, bad.
I braced myself for what the future has imposed for me. For a brief moment, my mind did a quick recap as if, well, not as if but actually a minute ago.
Excitement pulsed through me as the view of the skate park came within sight. With new found skills, I was ready to show off. The thought of showing off opened my mind to the fact that my pride would someday kill me, maybe now.
Anyway, along with the skateboard I forwarded down the slope, gaining speed and prepared myself for the trick. Other people’s eyes stayed on me, feeding my pride. As soon as the slope elevated, I kicked down my back foot, resulting in a popping sound, and sliding my front foot. The ollie was successful, escalating my height from the ground. Next objective: do a vertical pop shove it. My feet slid off from the board. And that’s when I knew I screwed up.
I fell face plant on the ground, but, momentum was not yet done with me. Since my legs were still suspended in the air, momentum rotated my body three times. I blacked out.
When I came to, pain was everywhere and my eyes only can glimpse the fluorescent light, blocked slightly by figures in which I guessed were doctors. I closed my eyes.
Moral: Never let pride control you or face the consequences.
No, this is not my experience. It’s just daydreaming. We don’t have skate parks here and I don’t even know how to ollie.
RedefiningRandom 