My Scar Story
How could such a harmless adventure turn into something so tragic? As a seventeen year old girl, I still refused to attempt roller blading. My parents bought me multiple pairs of roller blades that went to waste. I was terrified I would collapse and break my arm or end up with a concussion. Then, one day I decided to face my fears. I strapped on my roller blades, along with my helmet and wrist pads and braced myself for a moment I would never forget. Adrenaline ran through my veins as I stood up and attempted. Instantly I fell and scraped up my knees. A little scrape on my knee was not going to bring me down. I got back up and tried again. I started going down the road and said to myself, “This isn’t that hard! I’m doing it!” Now this was accomplished because I was going on a straight road with no obstacles. The fun really began when I came across a busy road. I looked both ways and started off. I didn’t realize that going off the sidewalk to the road would be so difficult. I was never taught how to get over the bumps on the end of the sidewalk, so I fell and landed in the road. I dragged myself to the other side because I didn’t know how to get back up and a car was coming right for me. As I reached the other side of the road, I was thankful I actually made it across alive. I looked up and saw neighbors outside laughing at me. Embarrassed I got back up and went on my way. I was doing pretty well until I felt unbalanced like I was going to fall. Thinking it was a brilliant idea, I grab onto a nearby fence. I grabbed the fence but my feet kept going and slammed my knees into the fence. I look down to see blood dripping down my leg. I thought to myself, “This is why I never did this.” I retired my roller blades, and took the walk of shame back to her house. The wound healed, but I will forever look at that scar on my knee and will remember the how terribly uncoordinated I really am.