I stood at the 200m 80 degreed slope my sweaty palms brow glistening in the sunlight. My black and yellow high tops perched carefully on my custom made carbon fiber skateboard. I rolled my 300$ dollar wheels to the edge of the almost sheer cliff-like slope the mailboxes resembling jagged rocks . I went down down the slope with all the grace of a hippo body-slamming a giraffe. The side of my skateboard hit a bright yellow mailbox and spun out zooming like a bullet down the steep hill. A man with horrible fashion sense screamed at a not so high i had never heard it before as i hurtled towards him. My black and blue helmet (same colour as i was about to be) slammed directly into his sending us both flying safely landing in a kiddie pool nearby the man called the police who then drove me home. That night i went to bed with no dinner.