When I was about eight or nine years old, I would torture my little sister to have a go of
her roller skates. She didn't want to let me have a go so I continued to torture her over
and over again until she finally let me. I was over the moon with joy but once I got the
roller skates on I couldn't even stand up in them. I tried and tried and practiced until I
was eventually skating. I could do it! I was actually skating up and down the street. I
would feel like I was king of the world, I thought I was great.
This went on until one day I was skating in the street and I couldn't stop. I managed to
get hold of the fence to stop myself. This went wrong and some of the fence tore into
my side. I cried my eyes out and screamed in pain just like a kid would. Me mam came
out to see what was the matter with me. When I told her what I had done she took the
roller skates off me. Mam would not let me play on them again. She hid them from me
so I didn't know where they were at.
Mam took me to the hospital and they had to stitch my side to make sure the wound
healed. Since then I have never been on roller skates ever again.