My Skateboard Story (first draft)
1This story is about the day I learned to ride a skateboard. It happened last summer at Cedar Park, near my apartment. I had wanted to learn ever since I saw some older kids rolling past my building. My aunt Rosa came with me because she skated all the time when she was a kid. She even brought her old skateboard, which had stickers all over the bottom. We got there right after lunch on a sunny Saturday.
2First we put on our gear. I wore a helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads. Aunt Rosa checked that my helmet strap was snug under my chin. Then she showed me how to stand with one foot near the front of the board and the other foot near the back. She told me to bend my knees a little so I would keep my balance. I was scared. The path in front of me looked very long.
3Then I tried to push off with my back foot. The board shot forward without me, and I landed on my bottom in the grass. My face felt hot becuase some kids on a bench were watching. Aunt Rosa laughed, but not in a mean way. She said everybody falls at first. I got back on the board right away.
4I practiced for the rest of the afternoon. It was hard. At first Aunt Rosa held my hand, and later she just walked beside me. Sometimes I rolled a few feet and then had to jump off. At last, I rolled all the way to the big oak tree at the end of the path without stepping off. Aunt Rosa clapped and cheered so loudly that a dog started barking.
5Now I can ride my skateboard by myself, and I take it to the park almost every weekend. That was a fun day. The end.