It all started when my family went to the fun center when I was little.
We went roller skating and I was horrible at it. This wasn’t unusual considering
that it was my first time and all. Some time later, my dad bought home a few
pairs of roller skates. I ended up with a white pair tinged with orange, but I
didn’t really care about its look; all I cared about was skating. And I
practiced and practiced getting better at it. And despite an accident that may
have involved missing four days of school due to some vanity issues, I continued
roller skating till the skates didn’t fit anymore.
By now, the only times I roller skate is when at one of the fun centers
in Utah, inflating my ego by showing off to my friends and family.
~ Stacy N.
