I have an unusual hobby. I love skateboarding of the extreme kind. There is a small group of us who try to outdo each other in the tricks'—the more dangerous, the better. I started skateboarding at a very young age. My father bought me a skateboard when I was nine, and I took a great liking to it. At first Iwalked’ more than skated on it. Then I gathered courage and actually skated. There was a skating rink in my housing estate for those who rollerblade and the smooth paths helped me become more confident. Then my mother drove me to a public rink and I saw young boys performing braver stunts. I was hooked. Soon I was jumping over obstacles and riding down ramps. My mother did not like it. She thought it was dangerous but she bought me safety gear anyway—a safety helmet, knee pads, elbow pads and good shoes.
I started watching extreme sports shows on television. I also bought video tapes and magazines, and finally joined a small group of skateboarders. We called ourselves ‘The Flyers’. We picked up new tricks like half back flips and pole jams. Some of us even tried dance steps on skateboards.
I like skateboarding because I find it exciting. A little danger adds to the thrill. Skateboarding is also a good form of exercise. I sweat a lot. I get a good workout and at the same time, have a good time. I also enjoy the attention I garner. Small crowds of admiring teenagers regularly come to watch us do our tricks.
My parents are not too keen on my hobby. They would rather I do something safer like jogging or cycling. When I talk about taking part in extreme sports festivals, they protest strongly. They do not like what they see on television. I do not blame them. I have fallen many times and once sprained my ankle. Recently, I even broke my arm. Yet, I still enjoy the skateboard! I am a little crazy; I guess.
dangerous risky
exciting full of excitement
