
I should give you some background info before I get into the main story. When I was in the 6th grade, I broke my wrist while I was at a skating rink for a friend's birthday party. I never broke anything befre or after that incident. I was so terrified of skating again. Nick would always ask me to go skating with him, but due to my fear of hurting myself I would decline. My father's motorcycle group had a skating fundraiser and I decided to go and I brought Nick along. After about 2-3 rounds of the rink, I began to get the hang of it again. Then I started to go faster and smoother. Oh yea, my father is a pro at skating so seeing him whip around the rink amazes me and gives me encouragement to keep trying because I would love to one day be as good as he is.
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