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  • Why am I doing this?
    That thought crosses my mind, on a 78 degree day. My pores pouring out sweat like the Niagara Falls. I take one step after another, burdened by the pressure of the heavy air. So this must be how Atlas feels when carrying the world.
    Poor guy, but he is just a myth, and before me is reality.A swarm of college students climbing up the Stamp hill in front of me, wearing T-shirts and shorts drenched in sweat. At least, I am going downhill, I comfort myself. I inhale a deep breath, and then I inhale two more. Now my heartbeat went from bump-bump-bump to bump----bump. I am okay. I continue to walk while dodging people on the left and right. Finally, the Maryland “M” traffic circle is within sight, I smile. As I turn my head to my right, the smile on my face quickly fades away. A boy, about average height wearing khakis and a DC shirt, zooms by on his skateboard. Our eyes meets, then he smirks as if he’s mocking me for walking down a hill on a day where the sun is directly over our heads. Why didn’t I think of that?! I repeat to myself as I walk toward the CSI building.
    A few days later…
    “Yo, hook a bro up.” I plead “I am poor, man.”
    “Nah, man the price is firm at 20 dollars.” says Beijie.
    “Fine.”
    I hand him two ten dollar bills, and pick up the skateboard from the trunk of his car that's parked in my driveway. The board is in great condition besides some scratches underneath. I guess it’s a good deal. Without hesitation, I hop onto the skateboard. I wobble a bit, but after a few tries, I stabilize myself.
    I must be a genius.
    The image of the guy’s mocking smirk pops into my mind. I look at the road in front of me with determination in my eyes. I start to kick push off the ground with my left foot while keeping my right knee slightly bent at a 160 degree angle. One kick, two kick, “roooolll rooolll.” I feel the wind blowing against my face, cooling me down in this oven-like weather. I zoom past the park, I zoom past the trees. Adrenaline fills my veins, I want to go faster. The image of the boy zooming past me appears in my mind once again. I grab my skateboard and run up the hill in front of my house, a 10% grade hill.
    I put the board down, holding it in place with my right foot.
    I am ready as I step onto the board. I pick up speed, “zroooom” the wind blows next to my ear. I feel amazing, I feel freedom, and then….
    Wobble wobble.
    The board is shaking, butterflies fighting chaotically in my stomach. I pray to God, to let me live another day. I am in the air, going “superman!” but then I hit the ground and skid for a good 15 feet. Now, the pain settles in. Not again.
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