Vans Skate-Personal Narrative
A place that I remember well is the Vans Skate Park. I remember going to this park on a day that was hot as hell. A group of friends and I went for my birthday and a friends birthday which was a day after mine. The worst part of this long hot day, was the even the longer drive. The drive took hours that felt like days. Though driving there was mostly horrible, it had its perks. The perks behind this were the pit stops for bathroom breaks, and the skate spots on the way. Finally only a few minutes upon arrival, I saw a group of people rushing the door like a heard of animals. Though outside seemed chaotic, inside was upside down. When we had got to the register, people were screaming, pushing, and just trying to get in. I remember the tall white women handing me my safety gear, I simply looked at it disgusted. The equipment seemed freshly worn by someone else, because of how wet it was, and the smell if something dieing it gave off. In a rush to just skateboard, I just snatched everything from her and sprinted off. Following closely behind me was my brother and five of our closest friends. With great anticipation to just get in, my knees start to shake, my stomach dropped, and my hands got sweaty. Now the only thing
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It was now or never, and I remember taking my first few practice runs. Completely tired and worn out I decided to just go for what was the biggest trick of my life. The seven stairs for a split second looked never ending, the rail was like a skyscraper, and I was an ant on a skateboard. As big as everything felt compared to me, I was committed to the trick and nailed the rail. I ollied precisely, locked the nose of my board on the rail and slid down like a hot knife through butter. The end of the rail came fast as if going 100 miles an hour, and the most memorable moment of my life was happening. Coming off the rail, a twist occurred and I failed to stick my perfect
It was now or never, and I remember taking my first few practice runs. Completely tired and worn out I decided to just go for what was the biggest trick of my life. The seven stairs for a split second looked never ending, the rail was like a skyscraper, and I was an ant on a skateboard. As big as everything felt compared to me, I was committed to the trick and nailed the rail. I ollied precisely, locked the nose of my board on the rail and slid down like a hot knife through butter. The end of the rail came fast as if going 100 miles an hour, and the most memorable moment of my life was happening. Coming off the rail, a twist occurred and I failed to stick my perfect