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Page history last edited by Kennedy W. 6 years ago

Riding My Ripstick

I can feel the board beneath me,

gliding smoothly back and forth.

It feels as if I can fly.

I pass all the familiar streets,

That I’ve grew up passing everyday.

Even my neighbor comes to greet me,

with their dogs merrily prancing behind them.

The cool outside air smells of trees,

But there is also that of cars that had passed.

I let my hair roam free,

the wind directing it in this direction and that.

I go around like that for a while,

Focusing on my balance so I don’t fall.

There is this great sensation of pride,

Knowing that I can accomplish something,

that a lot of people don’t want to try.

All of a sudden my dad calls out to me,

Telling me it is time for dinner.

I glide smoothly over the sidewalk,

And get to the point where I need to stop.

I start slowing down.

I jump, with a great sensation,

That sensation of freefalling,

Even though I know I will get caught.

I land smoothly and go pick up my board.

Walking with that great feeling,

The one that makes you happy for some reason,

And you just want to laugh.

I walk inside, down my steps we go.

As I reach the bottom of the steps,

I turn and walk into the smallest room in the house.

Walking through the white door,

 I turn and set my ripstick down.

Into the depths of my closet it goes.

Goodbye for now board,

I will see you again soon.





Comments (18)

Abe V. said

at 8:49 am on May 8, 2014

I like how you gave good details that gave me a good picture

Kenzie W said

at 8:49 am on May 8, 2014

It made me feel like I was the one riding the Ripstick! Very good job at using details!!!!

mariahc said

at 8:54 am on May 8, 2014

Awesome description! I like the freefalling part!

Kaitlyn R said

at 9:04 am on May 8, 2014

I like the end when you said goodbye board I will see you again soon. Great job!

Aliyah D said

at 9:05 am on May 8, 2014

I like the description and details in this! I felt like I was riding the ripstick!

Rezner B. said

at 9:06 am on May 8, 2014

I really liked the details like "dogs merrily prancing" LOL.

Clay J said

at 9:07 am on May 8, 2014

Good job decribing how you felt when you jumped off

Ashton J said

at 9:08 am on May 8, 2014

I got a great image in my head of riding your ripstick. It made me feel like I was the one riding.

Laura W. said

at 9:09 am on May 8, 2014

Is this what you were thinking when I was there? Great job making this so much more than just one moment.

Marckus T said

at 9:11 am on May 8, 2014

I really got a good picture and there were very good describing words.

Callie H. said

at 9:11 am on May 8, 2014

I could see exactly what you were talking about. Neighbors coming out to greet you and the ripstick gliding over the pavement. Great job!

Lukas O. said

at 9:12 am on May 8, 2014

I know how you feel I love riding ripstick. You did a good job describing how you felt

Macy N. said

at 9:17 am on May 8, 2014

I felt like I was there riding the ripstick. I used to ride but not anymore but it brought me back the feeling of loving it. Great job!

Dillon L said

at 12:38 pm on May 8, 2014

i like how you described how familiar you where with the streets and what the rib stick felt like underneath you good job

Taylor O said

at 12:42 pm on May 8, 2014

I liked how you showed your passion for ripstick with the details good job!

Casey P said

at 12:47 pm on May 8, 2014

Very good details, way to paint the picture

Bailey R. said

at 9:06 am on May 9, 2014

I felt like I was there with you! You did a very good job of describing your feeling in this too. Good job!

Mrs. K. said

at 2:05 pm on May 12, 2014

I like how you let us into your thoughts for this day riding through the neighborhood. It feels like we are riding along with you.

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