Skateboarding was a passion of mine. For me there was an immense freedom and sense of enjoyment which could be obtained from no other activity or source. It was also my life. I lived it and breathed it. I was sponsored.
I was forced to move to a secluded part of the country, after I was hospitalised with drug-induced psychosis. It was actually partly due to being date raped a week prior, and given too much adult type of conversation with which to work through on top of it. The country wasn’t ideal for skating and so I was limited by where, and how often I could skate.
I was also growing up at this time, and found a good mentor who inspired me to to get a job, to work. I had a strong work ethic, built from the ideals of good men like my mentor and friend who was a slaughterman. He’s retired now. I found the meat industry easy to break into as there aren’t an abundance of people willing to work in the field. Much of the work is mundane but the people I worked with were decent.
One night, after the supervisors had left Davis Poultry, myself along with a few work collegues were set to a little over time. We were to put chicken pieces through a skinning machine and then we were to knock off and see ourselves out. I was over ambitious with bringing a tub of chicken pieces from the chiller room and had broken out into a sort of run with this tub in my grip. I had been stepping on an empty pellet which was in my path at an entrance way (which I wasn’t allowed to move for OH&S reasons), and stepped upon this pellet throughout my brisk steppings. Somehow my leg gave out and I fell – spilling the chicken pieces all over the floor and injuring my right hip.
Later, it was determined that my ligaments were damaged and would never repair. According to the doctor, this damage would continue to ensue throughout my lifespan, and if too much damage were to be incurred, I would lose the function of my right leg. I would be unable to even walk.
I still bought a skateboard but this time it was an AP (single kick) deck which I could cruise around on. I refunded it for whatever I managed to salvage through my use of the set up. The pressure from pushing myself along was causing me hip pain.
I still had my old skateboard set up somewhere and so enjoyed a little showing off on that from time to time but still refrained from using it for more than that.
Another injury had been holding me back, on top of this. A shoulder dislocation left me with an arm which would easily dislocate at the shoulder whenever I would throw my arms out for balance during certain tricks and so I gave my new deal set up to my brother’s to share.
Years later, and still I miss riding my skateboard and doing tricks. I broke down to hysterics one night. I fell to my knees and cried out in anguish with feelings of loss and pain from not being able to engage in my favorite activity – skating. I said to those friends who were nearby that I didn’t realise how much skating had meant to me before then. That my loss had only just struck me. I would never skate again. I will never skate again, and that still hurts me – as skating was my passion and I was willing to put my whole life into it, and there’s nothing I can do which will allow me to skate with the same amount of freedom and excitement which it holds for me.
Fortunately, I haven’t found any pain or discomfort from walking and I intend to continue walking long distances because at least I’m still exploring my area, getting out and getting exercise, and because it does offer some level of freedom. Lately, I’ve been walking with bluetooth headphones on. It’s nice to have music to listen to but I need to be careful because my hearing isn’t the best while the headphones are playing music directly into my ear canal. I suppose I like the fact there is a little danger involved. Skating always provided that for me. God I miss that part of my life. I have found running preferable to walking (during a time I was training to join the ADF), but I’m afraid of the stress that might put on my hip. I could go into all the activities which have had to be ceased and desisted from but the list and examples are endless, and I’m not morbid over the injury, as much as I have dismay at not being able to follow my dream.
So by this token, I’m ending with my new dream: complete an English degree at university and become a qualified writer. This will make me employable as well as provide me with necessary skills and know-how to write something of my own at a higher standard than I ever could without an education. Anyways, this was my writing activity tonight. I hope you enjoyed it.