Tricks at the Park There was laughter ricocheted all around us. The smell of funnel cakes and fried food wafting through the air. The park was alive and cheerful as Libby and I walked through the park in our tank tops and shorts. We laughed as we roamed around, the soft grass brushing our ankles. We held onto our goodies and food, standing in lines for games or joyous activities. “So, you want to do the bungee jump?” Libby asked as we traveled through the joyful park. “Sure, why not,” I laughed, prying off a piece of sugary funnel cake and stuffing it into my mouth. We made our way through the park, at last making it to the line for the bungee jump. Peering up into the bright summer sky, I noticed it was baby blue with little puffs of …show more content…
What if I didn’t flip all the way around and my head smacked into the mini trampoline? What if I became stuck? Questions and what-ifs flew through my head. “I’ll try,” I answered sheepishly, the regret attacking me as soon as I announced the remark. The line shortened and shortened until we were third in line, and I bounced my leg, the anxiety about doing a flip bothering me, I turned towards the contraption, watching the people bounce and ricochet off the trampoline. The time seemed to drag on, feeling like hours; it was, in fact, only a couple of minutes. After a while, the workers took the harnesses off the previous bouncers, and the gate was opened to us. Libby and I walked through the gate, slipping our shoes off, being weighed, and finally, workers strapped us into the harnesses. When I first started, I started slow, bouncing a bit, jumping higher and higher. Finally, I was going extremely high, and decided it was time. Trying the first technique I thought of, I swung my head forward, but it wasn’t enough velocity to flip. After trying again, and again getting closer each time, I kept on trying until I performed a full flip. I was amazed at my achievement. As time went on, I flipped and flipped. Eventually, our time was up and we waited to be unharnessed and slipped our shoes back on. We trudged our way back through the gate on …show more content…
Libby and I glanced around for our parents, remembering that we had seen them watching earlier. We traveled around until I found my mom, and I shouted excitedly, “DID YOU SEE MY FLIP?” She glanced at me and frowned, telling me she left before I did my flips. Crestfallen, I stared down at my shoes, blue in the green grass. The grass was delicate and silky, tickling my ankles in the soft breeze. Suddenly, the laughing around me wasn’t so inviting and the smells made me sick. The rest of that day in the park I was grumpy, stomping around, ignoring my mom. In conclusion, even though I ended up mad, I still learned something. If you are determined you cannot do something and believe it impossible for you, you still have the ability to do it if you try to the best of your abilities. At first, I was terrified and thought it impossible, but I achieved my goal. That day ended in disappointment, but also ended with the triumph of
Before long I spotted my friends a few feet away and I walked in their direction. I found my 3 friends roaring with laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh as well. A few hours later we were all piled in the car and Ashley’s parents drove home. We sat in a comfortable silence because everyone was exhausted from all the fun that we had. I smiled to myself in the dark, as I thought about what an amazing story my trip to six flags would make in the
As they started to get out of the car they could see their own warm breath hit the cold air and make an intense fog, when Kelsey’s mother told Wes and Kelsey to put on their shoes and all of a sudden she realized she had no shoes! She was in such a rush to get going she didn't even notice she put no shoes on as she ran out of the house. She looked over at her little brother and noticed he had no shoes either! Immediately the whole car was filled with emotion. Kelsey felt a mix of panic, embarrassment, and nervousness, Kelsey’s mother on the other hand, also felt panic, but also was full of anger and annoyance at her children's lack of shoes for their trip to chilly Wisconsin in the middle of fall! They had not packed any shoes because they were planning on wearing a pair up there and using those for the whole trip, but they were in such a rush that they had completely forgot to put them on at all. Their mother was completely panicked and had no clue what to do. Then they remembered they had some extra flip flops in the back for if they went swimming. Quickly they dug them out of the back and put them
Tumbling and Trampoline Tumbling and Trampoline is a sport that most people don’t know about, and I am a member of this discourse. All of us belong to a discourse and that is why I intend on not only talking about my discourse, but also the discourse of J.D. Vance was from the book “Hillbilly Elegy.” I have been in Tumbling and Trampoline since I was 3 years old, it is just like it was yesterday I was walking into the gym for the first time. I remember being extremely excited and thrilled to learn something new, even at such a young age.
I push the pole above my head and then swing it down in an arch to my hip, its tip lifting into the sky. Leaning back, I focus on the back of the metal box in the ground, my head clearing. I take my first step forward and begin to count back in my head as my right foot hits the ground. Five… four… three… My pole begins to drop, and as I reach my final step, I push it into the box and launch myself into the air. As my legs swing up, I clear the bar and fall with a soft thud onto the mat. For a moment, I lay there, my breath caught in my throat, and then I roll off and grab my pole.
The monkey bars were hot from a long day in the sun, but my hands still grasped them with all my strength. It was finally Friday and that meant free time at the playground in Physical Education. All that could be seen were fifth graders swinging on the monkey bars, crawling under steps, climbing poles, and running here and there playing tag. Our jovialness could be sensed from a mile away with our broad smiles and loud laughs giving into how much we were enjoying ourselves.
The rest of us reached the top, where I found my brother sitting on the floor gasping for air. we got to our seats, F3, F4, F5, F6, F7. We settled in, to start watching the races. I saw bright street lights shining above the rodeo grounds. We could see the little bugs flying around in them.
As for getting used to rotating and going upside down I had to jump as high as I could and bounce on my back and then as I was coming back up instead of just going back on my feet I had to swing my arms and legs backwards so I could get the feel of going upside down. After doing that about a thousand times it was time for me to really try and commit to the backflip on the trampoline. I just kept telling myself I could do it and after about an hour I started bouncing again and getting ready to try my first backflip on anything at all, and I just decided to go for it, setting my mind to believe that all I have to do is try once and I'll be able to do it again and again. So I tried it
It made me ponder how someone was able to have the ability to perform different variations of movements while being tossed up in the air. I was compelled to attempt any activities that was brought to my attention. Having a chance to have the flyer position during my sophomore year of high school, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of falling; the fact that one small mistake can be fatal. Fueled by my interest, I proceeded despite my inexperienced background. Prior from being tossed, the situation that I was in reminded me about the moment that started my cheerleading career when I attempted tumbling for the first time.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I tell her and grin. When the halls finally clear, and the tardy bell rings, I join Shayla in the hallway for our free period. “So, did you have fun this morning?” I ask Shayla.
I walked along the warm gray cement. The smell of funnel cakes, pretzels, and pineapple smoothies filled my nose. I had butterflies in my stomach. The sky was a perfect blue. As I strolled into the shade of the school I heard it.
“Where should we start?” my dad asked us as we walked towards the entrance of the park.
It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there
Starting from static state, people climbed on the half circle and used their weight to make the half circle move. And then these people jumped on the rotating half circle. At the end, they jumped on a cushion in front of the trampoline. One movement impressed me most was that these people jumped on the cushion: sometimes they jump at the same time, sometimes they do it separately. It was quite anxious to watch the performance since one little mistake would lead to horrible consequences.
I smell the cool crisp autumn air rustling over the fragile carpet of shriveled leaves. I hear a faint rock tune in the distance: Keep Rollin Rollin! Yeah!: I’m almost there… I feel a sudden burst of energy and suspension rush over me and through my veins, like a little kid in a candy shop. I begin to gaze over the bright color monkey bars and toys as I step onto the main platform of the play area. I smell the clean woodchips bringing back distant memories of County Park. I’m here.
I went upstairs and tried to do something natural in the mirror and looked to see if it was cool. It was shocking. Not only did it look cool my brother gave me a compliment which was like a once in a lifetime thing. I zipped up the jacket up and down and poked the spikes like the moon falling on the Himalayas. I went downstairs to play with my dog Brownie. We rolled around and played in the grass. I was making bird noises and Brownie bit my sleeve. No blood, but there was an L shaped tear. “Stupid dog,” I murmured.