Blood on the Street: The Story of the Flying Roller Skater

By Cody

Smack! The hockey puck flew through the air. My dad and I were playing street hockey. I was only 4 years old and I was not so good on roller skates. The puck flew off our cement and rock stairs leading to our house. Flop it landed like a flat pancake on a stove. "Go get it Cody," my dad yelled to me.

I thought I was pretty good on roller skates, so I yelled, "Ok!" and set off to get it. I was just about to reach the top rock and cement step when my blue hockey stick got stuck in a large crack in our driveway. I flew over the blue stick headfirst! While I was in the air I could feel the wind pushing strongly against my frightened yet excited face. I flew over all 7 stairs and landed on my knees!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" It felt as though 100 hornets had just stung me in my knees. I looked down and on my knees were cuts the size of large golf balls! Blood ran forcefully down my legs. I burst into tears, my dad ran over to me. Now the blood had run into my skates! My dad quickly picked me up and ran inside. He took five towels and wiped off my legs, cleaned me up, and then he wrapped bandages on my legs.

After a couple days, I could hardly feel the pain that I felt after that horrible fall. After that day I never scatted near my steps again. I also learned to never fly over steps with roller skates on.