Anyone who is a little squeamish might like to stop reading here.
This is a true story, stupid, but true.
I was about 10 and had been given a set of roller skates as a gift, either for Christmas or my birthday. There was a cul de sac down the road which had a pretty steep hill, so you can imagine the speeds we could get up to on our ‘wheels’.
That was until the propulsion of gravity made me panic, and without thinking, I sat down.
My momentum of movement did not stop immediately as I’d thought, and screaming, I slid down to an eventual and extremely bloody and painful stop. I had been wearing shorts and taken the skin off the backs of my legs as I went.
My skates were thrown in the back of the cupboard and I never wore them again.
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