It all started when my mom dropped me off in the front of the park. I kissed her bye and began to skate towards the heart of the park. I instantly recognized then greeted many of my friends. I warmed up skating the "nugget," a three foot ledge. I hopped up the obstacle and did my normal routine. After about ten minutes, I skate towards the middle or the park to try out the new obstacles. The was a small ledge, a rail and manual pad (used for doing tricks on two wheels). Skated toward the rail and landed a 50-50 (a grind that involves both of your trucks to slide on the obstacle) first try. Then, right after landing the grind, I sped toward the wooden pad and tried to manual it. A manual is a maneuver when you ollie up the object and land on two wheels and balance. After almost an hour of skating all the obstacles in the center of the park, I decided to try something new, and relatively scary. Once again, I hopped up the nugget. I rolled up with speed, setting up my feet and readying myself to commit to the trick, but last minute, I hopped off my board and down nugget. I went up again for a second attempt. I rolled with speed, then committed to my trick. I watched the obstacle then popped the nose of my board. My timing was perfect, however I wasn't ready to take the impact, so I slipped out. For a third time, I rolled toward the edge of the obstacle feeling confident. I committed and popped the nose. My timing was off causing the board to rocket forward, and straighten mid air, right under me, between both of my legs, almost hitting my... you know what let's not talk about that... Anyway, finally, for the fourth and final attempt, I sped toward the end with confidence and caution. I popped the nose upward, with precision and timing, gaining lots of height. After successfully timing the trick, is landed off nugget, clean, with no worry.
On that day, I felt accomplished that I learned something new, a trick that I never thought that I would be able to pull off.