I remember- by Adrian Shore

I was skateboarding wearing Keens on Friday. Keens are a type of comfortable shoes. I only skateboard on Fridays, Sundays, and Wednesdays.

My Keens were strapped onto my skateboard, so I could jump, but the trucks got stuck and I couldn’t turn. I was freaked. I was calling out for help like a wild boar trapped in a cage. I was heading for a pole. “Mama, Mama,” I called, but she didn’t come. Of course, my mom didn’t come because she was at a party across the street. I was sad that she didn’t come because I was very scared.

Then, after that, well, that’s my secret. I learned not to skateboard in Keens again because it’s not worth the silent scream of agony. And besides, I don’t skateboard. I don’t want to ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever again—except for sometimes. Well, I don’t really know if I do or not. Maybe, maybe not.