Personal Narrative: Worn Ridell Skate
I’ve always have worn Ridell brand skates when on the rink. They are the best out of vanillas, hard-candy, and sure-grip skates. The all don’t hold up quite as well as ridell. While everyone is on the sidelines trying to fix my skates, I’m out there speed skating to my music enjoying life. I was out on the rink speed skating in Arnold, Mo. That day had been perfect, I got a job, got an A+ on my final exam, and now I was skating. Everything at the rink was just fine till they closed the child rink and turned it into something that would make more money. I was speed skating when I came around the corner and instantly was greeted by a child falling in front of me. With no time to think I jumped, and when I landed, I landed hard on my skates stomping trying to regain my balance, bending my axle. Basically breaking my right skate, when I finally regained my balance I exited the floor mad and in a moment of rage.
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I took off my skates and went up to the owner of the rink and stared him in the face putting my skate on the glass.
“Fix it.” I said really angrily he knew I was mad and told me there was no way to fix it the axle was bent and broken. At that point I was just in rage, I looked at him in the face and pointed at him saying “This is why you should have kept the kiddies rink so this wouldn’t happen, but now we are here because you wanted to make an extra buck. Don’t expect me to be coming back anytime soon.” And with that I left and went to bennies house. He was able to fix my skate temporarily till I could get some new ones ordered. I ended up buying a new pair of skates for $499 not including tax, and a sprained
ankle.
The skates that I had broken were the same skates I had for 8 years, my dad bought me them. There are so many memories and so much time put into them. I was crushed when I broke them, because they were the first present my dad was able to get me when I came back from Boston after a year and a half of not being able to see him.
In retrospect, by looking at the fallowing event we can see that the skates meant a lot more to me than they would if I would have bought them. To this day I’m trying to figure out how to fix them, by welding a new axle on and reinforcing the skate itself.
I took off my skates and went up to the owner of the rink and stared him in the face putting my skate on the glass.
“Fix it.” I said really angrily he knew I was mad and told me there was no way to fix it the axle was bent and broken. At that point I was just in rage, I looked at him in the face and pointed at him saying “This is why you should have kept the kiddies rink so this wouldn’t happen, but now we are here because you wanted to make an extra buck. Don’t expect me to be coming back anytime soon.” And with that I left and went to bennies house. He was able to fix my skate temporarily till I could get some new ones ordered. I ended up buying a new pair of skates for $499 not including tax, and a sprained
ankle.
The skates that I had broken were the same skates I had for 8 years, my dad bought me them. There are so many memories and so much time put into them. I was crushed when I broke them, because they were the first present my dad was able to get me when I came back from Boston after a year and a half of not being able to see him.
In retrospect, by looking at the fallowing event we can see that the skates meant a lot more to me than they would if I would have bought them. To this day I’m trying to figure out how to fix them, by welding a new axle on and reinforcing the skate itself.