Flying

"Yes," I breathed under my breath. I was gliding on my board. The long skate board that I was really hoping to get for Christmas but instead I had to go out and buy it myself.

It turned out to be way cooler about buying my own board. It makes the board feel more spacial to me since I bought it with my own money.

I pushed, I pushed, and I pushed three times. I put my right leg back to behind the board behind the left leg. I glided for a little bit going up hill. I had to pump about two more times. The I finally got to the top of mini hill.

I look around for any cars. I look down the road, behind me, and on the other road behind the one that I was going to go down.

"Okay. Here I go," I mouth to myself.

I push off once to get a heads start. I go down. I get to a point really fast that I have to pump again to get more speed. I push four more times and I start to fly.

I open my arms up a little to feel like I really am flying. The feeling is so great. The air passing by you wanting me to stop right there but my body not wanting to stop. My body just ignores the force of the wind and I keep going forward down the street with darkness around me only having street lights shining every time I pass.

I close my eyes to feel like I was on a mountain with loud wind. I open them again; the hills disappear from my blank mind.

I get to the end of the street to where I have to start to turn around. I turn and I kind of keep going. Now I'm facing the other way back to where I started my adventure.

I pump, I pump, and I pump three times and this is were I start all over again from the top of the hill.