Look Out!

By David

Have you ever done something that happened so long ago but you can remember it like it was yesterday? Well it really happened two sad, boring, long years ago. It was my first time and I thought I could do just fine.

I could smell the fresh Kirkwood snow. I could feel the hot fiery sun beating on my snow clothes cover back. I knew that today at Kirkwood I would learn to snowboard.

I told my mom, "It's okay I will rule at snowboarding it will be just as easy as skateboarding."

"Fine it's your head and your life. If you end up in a wheelchair with brain damage it is not my fault," she said.

When I first got off the krinky, old, chair I did better than Tony Hawk does at skateboarding.

"This is easy," I told my friend Kevin.

"Say that when you're down the hill," he said to me.

I strapped in my bindings and thought ®well here we go, the moment we've all be waiting for.' I said to my self inside my head. I got up and tried to go down the hill.

"Look Out!" my friend Kevin screamed.

"Whoa!" I screamed as my face smacked in to the unforgiving snow. I looked up and my face was covered tasteless, nauseating blood.

"Not so easy is it," My friend said looking down at me.

I got back up, I thought ®come on I can do this.' And went down the hill about five feet.

"Look out!" my mom screamed.

Then I slipped backwards while hitting my back with a sharp, pointy rock. It had been the end of the season so there were some rocks pointing out of the white melting snow.

"Remember what I told you," My mom said as I strained to get up.

I decided to give it one last try I got up and said "Come on what is wrong with me?" I questioned to my self. I started riding down the slope I tried to make a turnšSmack I caught an edge and hit the ground with tremendous speed.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH! I hate you, you piece of junk board!" I screamed with extreme rage.

I took my bland, mud colored, unusual board of and tossed it with great speed down the hill. My step-dad who was on skis chased it down trying to catch but little did he know there was no chance of catching it.

"Look Out!" I screamed.

When he finally got it, it was covered everything from blood, to snow. You see we had just gotten it waxed and tuned, so at that speed it must have been like a killing machine. When I made it down, about an hour later, I saw a few people lying on the ground screaming bloody murder. It must have gruesomely and horribly stabbed many unlucky people brutally. Then I saw 2 evil looking people walking to me looking at my snowboard with great rage. Those people looked as if they wanted to take my head and cut it off and toss it in the trash.

"Sir is that your snowboard?" the ski patrol person asked me.

"Well kind of," I said.

"Do you know what you did?" the other one asked me.

"Well I did say look out," I stuttered.

This story is to inform all you young children thinking you want to learn to snowboard. If one day you do decide you are going to start snowboardingšNever, Ever throw your board down the hill. Or else you could end up like me.

From the Folsom State Penitentiary