Rollerblading

It was a couple of weeks after school let out for the summer. On a cool summer day, the sun shone brightly in the sky and the wind rustled the leaves in the trees. I sat in my room thinking of what to do on a day like this when it hit me. I should go rollerblading down my driveway and into the road. You may all think that this doesn't sound too bad but, clueless, you are BADLY mistaken. You see, my house is at the top of this steep hill with a patchy driveway because I, mischievously smart, used to dig up bits of the concrete when I first moved here because I was bored. Active voice So you see, it's not just dangerous, but also reckless, idiotic, and very painful, but FUN!
Anyway, I rounded up my younger and annoying brother and sister and we all went out the front door to put our skates on. Confusingly slow, I, the "special kind of stupid" everyone in ROTC calls me, decided to roller blade from the very top of my driveway because I thought that I could gain a lot of momentum that way. I started going downhill so fast it became scary because I lost control of my roller blades. Suddenly, one of my wheels on my left foot got caught in a little crack about halfway down. The next thing I knew, I did some flips in the air. My left roller blade flew off somewhere to the middle of the yard.Participle Phrase Flying gracefully, I landed on my backside and rolled all the way down into the ditch and hit my front teeth on the pole of the mailbox. In the process of my downfall, I somehow managed to obtain bits and pieces of rock, grass, and dirt not only in my hair and clothes, but in my mouth as well. Absolute Fear rising, I suspected that, since I live in front of the fairgrounds, many of the people that drove by that day had a real laugh seeing me roll down a hill like a little ragdoll.
The ONLY thing that my brother and sister ever did made me very mad. They pointed and laughed. Nobody came to help me or see how hurt I became. They didn't seem to care about me. They just kept saying that I should have listened to them in the first place and none of it would have happened. Although bruised and cut all over my body because I had on a tank top and a pair of shorts, I had a lot of fun. I did not have any kind of protection on me whatsoever, so you can get a pretty good picture of what that scene looked like. Adjectives shifted out of order Hurt, I, dirty and cut everywhere, went to go tell my mom what happened. Do you know what she did? Nothing! She told me that she heard me screaming, but she didn't look out the window because she thought I went crazy and so had nothing to worry about. I just laughed because in a way, she spoke the truth.
Reality overtaking me, I did a crazy and very stupid thing and I would have did it again if I hadn't have broken my roller blades. Actually, I had a lot of fun that day and promised myself that I would get a new pair of roller blades and do it again, except this time it will be in December when the driveway has ice on it, because acting crazy, risky, and taking chances with my life is what I do!