SKATEBOARDING
Why do I love to skateboard?
When I was twelve years old I had a good interest in skateboarding and it looked like it was a fun cool active sport. The first professional skateboarder I looked up to was Nyjah Houston he was an amazing professional skateboarder on element skateboards. In 2010 there was a skateboarding contest it was called “street league skateboarding” when I heard about Nyjah Houston entering and street league came on the live stream channel I cheered him on every single round and he won every single round. Then the finals came the best amazing trick in street league history that Nyjah took my eye off the trick he did was a backside 270 blunt slide on the biggest rail and I drop my jaw open and his score was a 9.8 and he was the 2010 street league champion that’s how I got a good interest in to skateboarding
How long I was skateboarding for?
I started skateboarding when I was twelve years old and it has been six years I am skateboarding. My first skateboard was from West49 and it was a dark star complete skateboard. It was a nice and it had a sick graphic and I love it. My first skateboard trick to land was an Ollie it took me a month and 3 weeks to land them successfully. And getting down the pop and front foot slide motion down. Then I took the Ollie down to curbs, stairs, and ledges and learned other flip
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The hobbies I use to like where baseball basketball and soccer then it slowly stopped. When I was 12 years old, I started going back outside more often. Then one night I heard loud noise I saw these other teenagers doing cool tricks of ramps and stairs with their skateboards and tricks they were doing were awesome then one night on my summer vacation I ask my mom and dad that I was interested in skateboarding so asked my mom and dad to buy me a skateboard from west 49 then I learned how to balance on it and ride and learned that’s how I got into
We quickly got off the chair, put on our bindings and went to a steeper route. I went down the hill first and reluctantly, I switched between my toe and heel edge like I was a pro! While I was going down the hill I could hear the wind whistling against my helmet and sound of my board carving on the snow. I was so hyped that I finally learned Snowboarding. After all those years only going on small hills on my heel edge, I finally was doing toe edge.
Was there ever a time where you were terribly embarrassed because of a minor event; this was me with rodeo. One day I was roping with my sisters and went to go throw my loop but missed the dummy. When I pulled my slack, I noticed I had somehow turned my loop into a figure 8 and had no idea how I did it or how to fix it. I panicked, and my sister had to help me. All I had to do was turn my loop the other way, but I did not realize this because I was too frustrated to figure this out.
The activity I enjoy outside of my classes is Lacrosse. I started playing Lacrosse in third grade by joining the Farmington Youth Lacrosse team. Lacrosse is something I care about because it is something I am good at and enjoy playing. I also like being on a lacrosse team because it helps me work together with other people and collaborate on group projects in school. What keeps me playing lacrosse is there is always something you can do better and trying to be the best you can be is fun and challenging.
I take a deep breath my lip quivering as the wind blows on the last week of winter vacation. My family decided to go on a road trip up to Big Bear. We decided to stay the whole week. It was a snowy beautiful drive up the mountain. We stayed up in our cabin and I brought one of my friends up with me.
Starting at the young age of 11, I played soccer for most of my childhood years and as time went on I grew less and less fond of it. Once I started to discover Lacrosse and get familiar with it, there was a tryout for a small travel team called True Lacrosse. This team would later be considered family to me. I was substandard at the time and when I went to tryouts it was something I thought I guess I wanted to do. After I went to tryouts I came home really wanting to make the team at first.
I remembered my father told me “ you better get ready because this is some real shit”. My body started to feel different, I wasn't feeling scared I was feeling adrenaline running all over by body. I couldn't wait for those roping skills and techniques to come to me, I had to work real hard. Those skills didn't come overnight. It was all the hours I spent in the arena practicing ,roping poles, bushes, dogs or anything I could see I would be able to rope.
Most people my age have a passion for playing sports, but my passion in life is a little different than most. I grew up living on a farm and being around cattle ever since I could walk has been apart of my life, which brought me to one of the reasons why I have a passion for showing cattle. People often wonder why I love showing cattle so much and what the point of it is, but there are so many reasons why I have grown the love for it. There is just something special about the feeling of your heart racing when you walk into the show ring or the handshake from the judge telling you that all your hard work has payed off. The life lessons, the memories, the friends, and the love my family
THE TIME I MADE IT TO LITTLE BRITCHES NATIONALS “OUR HORSES ARE OUR TEAMMATES, OUR SOUL MATES. IT’S A TEAM EFFORT. YOU CAN’T DO IT WITHOUT SO MANY PEOPLE BEHIND YOU.”
All through school, I would find myself actively participating in one sport to another. I loved being active and thinking only of what I wanted to do. Life has a way of becoming a reality. The choices I made during my younger years have followed me to my current years. The busyness of work, family, and children have restricted my own freedom of time.
I’m on a mountain, I just overcame my first obstacle the chair lift. Which I thought would be harder than it was I miraculously didn’t fall or knock over the other skiers/snowboarders. I glanced back up at the gleaming mountain becoming easily distracted by the flawless stroke of every turn as the pros make their way down. I say quietly to myself “Isn’t this suppose to be a beginners hill?” They have gopros strapped to their helmets and are racing each other down.
In those two and a half years I started racing. My first time I ever raced I got first place and it was the best feeling ever. I was so proud of what I had accomplished and wanted to keep racing. But after I placed first in that class I got bumped up to a new class that had bigger bikes and faster kids. At the time I was still on the 100 and I was racing kids on bikes twice as big as mine.
One of my best days was when my soccer team won the championship. I won several other championships ,but with other teams. This was my first season playing with this team. The major characters in this event were me, my teammates, my coaches and the parents. This event took place in a park at sanger during the summer.
I became obsessed. There was always something about that crunch on the ice when I took that step into my cross-over, the speed of the game, the intensity, and the gift of being able to play alongside 20 of my brothers to achieve the common goal of doing something bigger than all of us. I opened that heavy entrance door for the ice rink and immediately felt that rush of eagerness to lace up the skates. With this in mind, I took a step onto that ice and my tryout debut was incredible. I was ecstatic feeling that all my hard work was starting
A warm morning, sun shining with a slight breeze, and calm waters; the perfect day to learn how to water ski. I had never been water skiing before, I barely knew what it was, I was anxious to say in the least. I stood on the dock as my parents maneuvered the boat into the water, I’ve never been so uncertain. My family reassured me that everything would be okay as I was strapped up my life jacket. I stood on the edge of the boat, apprehensive, but I had to jump in the water, it was now or never.
I was finally stepping outside my comfort zone learning to ride a bike. The most memorable time in my life was the time my dad taught me how to ride my first bike. At the age of six he taught me the basics of riding a bike. Along with rules that were set in order to help me be responsible with my bike. I learned to ride a bike without training wheels.