life story 9th grade LA essay
Cameron Turley
Mrs. Garcia
LA9-4
6 September 2013
Rip-Stick
It was a warm February day in the year of 2007. I had invited my best friend Fisher to ride the bus home with me so we could ride our brand new rip-sticks together. Our whole day was dedicated to make memories by doing what we usually do, do stupid things. Our first two hours together consisted of first person shooter games, but we soon grew too bored and decided to spend the rest of our time riding our rip-sticks. We rode through the neighborhood looking for basic slopes to get the basics down before we put our lives on the line by riding down the steep ones. As we got more comfortable riding, we began to scout my neighborhood for the biggest hills we could find. I wasn’t all for the idea because I had just started baseball season the week before, so I denied every request that Fisher asked to ride down the hill. Hill after hill, Fisher began to get tired of me backing out every time. “C’mon Cam, we came here to ride and you keep wussing out!” I didn’t take it too well, so I replied to him in a way that would make me sound like I actually wanted to do this. “Dude let’s just make our way to the other side of my neighborhood, the hills there are crazy!” He bought the act, and we were immediately on our way to the other side. We were riding through the wind with our eyes fixed on the road in front of us. Cars were honking at us as we passed due to our careless riding, but we could only care about the fun yet to come. We were now approaching my neighborhood park, and Fisher suddenly stopped and exclaimed, “Look at that one right there!” I looked at what was the steepest sidewalk I ha ever seen in my 9 years of living. The sidewalk had just been put there last week, and it was ready for someone to ride on it. I had the feeling that Fisher was going to dare me to go crashing down it, and to my luck, I was correct. “Here’s your opportunity Cam, if you go down that thing and make it out
Mrs. Garcia
LA9-4
6 September 2013
Rip-Stick
It was a warm February day in the year of 2007. I had invited my best friend Fisher to ride the bus home with me so we could ride our brand new rip-sticks together. Our whole day was dedicated to make memories by doing what we usually do, do stupid things. Our first two hours together consisted of first person shooter games, but we soon grew too bored and decided to spend the rest of our time riding our rip-sticks. We rode through the neighborhood looking for basic slopes to get the basics down before we put our lives on the line by riding down the steep ones. As we got more comfortable riding, we began to scout my neighborhood for the biggest hills we could find. I wasn’t all for the idea because I had just started baseball season the week before, so I denied every request that Fisher asked to ride down the hill. Hill after hill, Fisher began to get tired of me backing out every time. “C’mon Cam, we came here to ride and you keep wussing out!” I didn’t take it too well, so I replied to him in a way that would make me sound like I actually wanted to do this. “Dude let’s just make our way to the other side of my neighborhood, the hills there are crazy!” He bought the act, and we were immediately on our way to the other side. We were riding through the wind with our eyes fixed on the road in front of us. Cars were honking at us as we passed due to our careless riding, but we could only care about the fun yet to come. We were now approaching my neighborhood park, and Fisher suddenly stopped and exclaimed, “Look at that one right there!” I looked at what was the steepest sidewalk I ha ever seen in my 9 years of living. The sidewalk had just been put there last week, and it was ready for someone to ride on it. I had the feeling that Fisher was going to dare me to go crashing down it, and to my luck, I was correct. “Here’s your opportunity Cam, if you go down that thing and make it out