Jay Goldstein
Creative Writing
Oetter P3
9/29/09
The Prank
The Highland Park skate park also known by its formal name as Sunset Food’s Skate Park has always been a place where pranks come to reality and this place is my home away form home. When my sister who likes to think she skateboards decided to spend one of her days back at home from college for the weekend at the skate park she was the next person in line for surprise.
My sister, Marlo, is a extremely smart individual, but her school smarts could not have helped her against this prank, common sense could have. When my sister decided to grab some lunch at Sunset Foods, less than 100 yards away, she asked to borrow a fellow skateboarders bike (race style bike, expensive).
The prank only entered my head minutes after my sister left for Sunset Foods. I may have been the brains behind the operation, but I did have associates to complete the mission, friends Ian and Noah. The plan was to go get the bike from the grocery store and bring it back to the skate park without my sisters knowledge, making her think the bike was stolen.
Part I The Steal) Ian and Noah ride their skateboards over to Sunset Foods and retrieve the bike. A few minutes after Ian and Noah had left for the bike I realized that Luke, owner of bike, had given Marlo a lock. I made the phone call to Ian and Noah to disclose the combination to them, but while waiting for Ian to pickup I witnessed the two riding the bike into the park, both of them squeezed on the bike. Now Marlo is smart, but this was to hard for her, my sister had locked the bike up, but the frame was exposed and Ian and Noah only had to loop the lock around and the bike was free.
Part II The Bluff) Ian, Noah, Luke, and I knew that my sister would call us right away after she realized that the bike was missing. Within five minutes of Ian and Noah taking the bike my sister called Luke’s cell phone. She right away suspected that we were playing a prank on her, but with Luke going along with the plan he told her that his bike wasn’t at the skate park, when indeed it was.
Part III The Thief) My plan went into its next mission setting Marlo up to catch the thief. Our friend Dylan agreed to dress up in baggy clothes and ride Luke’s bike around the grocery store parking lot.
Part IV The Conclusion) Dylan arrived back at the park to tell us that while riding the bike around he was followed by a cop in the parking lot. We all began to worry now that maybe Marlo had called the police. Right as these thoughts rushed through our heads Marlo came walking down the hill to the skate park. To my surprise Marlo found the prank rather funny considering at least we got to the bike before someone who really wanted to steal it did.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Jay Goldstein
Creative Writing
9/17/09
“Oh my god, their twins. How old are they?” My sister and I must have heard relatives, family friends, acquaintances, and others say this statement hundreds of times over the years. My older sister Marlo has always been my leader during my younger years, guiding me through life’s young challenges. She started playing soccer, I started playing soccer. So when she started skateboarding I started Skateboarding.
Since that day in the fall of my fifth grade year, skateboarding has been my thing. Let’s not forget about baseball, hockey, soccer, tennis, and plenty of other sports that came before my true ambition. Skateboarding was the first sport I played where whistles weren’t blowing, coaches weren’t yelling, and most of all there was only one person that I could let down, myself.
And seven years later, I’m the player I always wanted to be when playing those previous sports, many years ago. I wanted to be that player who hit the game winning homerun or overtime goal; I wanted to be the hero. Now I can officially say I am that hero, for myself that is, with skateboard competitions giving me the confidence and joy that I wanted to achieve so many years ago, but now without any pressure from others.
An average day at the skate park in the summer would probably span from 12:30 until most of the time whenever the sun went down. There were no game clocks, no coaches yelling in my ear, no crowds screaming, there was just me.
Thinking of it now, I never wanted to be that home run game winner kid, if the game was on the line I dreaded stepping up to the plate, all the pressure. In skateboarding there is no pressure, no one is depending on you. I can only blame myself for not landing a trick. I don’t like having to depend on other people or vise versa.
“Jay look what Mom got me,” said Marlo.
These distinct words were the beginning to my love affair with skateboarding. What my sister first started that day, was skateboarding, and as always I started soon there after.
“In first place winner of the 15-18 age group we have Jay Goldstein.”
These distinct words were greatly appreciated for all the sweat and time I put into not only that competition, but also skateboarding. And sure enough out in the crowd was my sister Marlo, the person who showed me the way. Even though she didn’t have the honor of winning the contest I still in a way looked up to her for all she had done and still does.
From the time of the early days in the drive way with my older sister, to me at the skate park and my sister studying in her room for school. I began to understand that my sister was in a way no longer my “coach,” she had gotten me to this point, I was old enough to now separate and be my own person.
And be my own person was what I became, taking my trick level to a whole new scale:
Blunt Fakie
5-0 Fakie
Frontside Nosegrind
Switch 5-0 Fakie
Switch Backside Nosegrind
And many others, etc…..
Not only had I developed my trick difficulty, but also a new understood sense of what Skateboarding has done for me. I went from worrying about every passing day and the struggles-anxiety of school, to not carrying about the little things. Skateboarding is my equalizer, regardless of how bad my day may have been I become relaxed with my skateboard in hand. My older sister had been my leader-coach, she introduced me to skateboarding, and now skateboarding is my leader-coach.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Page 2
“Jay look what Mom got me,” said Marlo.
These distinct words were the beginning to my love affair with skateboarding. What my sister first started before me that day, was skateboarding, and as always I started soon there after.
“In first place winner of the 15-18 age group we have Jay Goldstein.”
These distinct words were greatly appreciated for all the sweat and time I put into not only that competition, but also skateboarding. And sure enough out in the crowd was my sister Marlo, the person who showed me the way. Even though she didn’t have the honor of winning the contest I still in a way looked up to her for all she had done and still does.
An average day at the skate park in the summer would probably span from 12:30 until most of the time whenever the sun went down. There was no game clock, no coach yelling in my ear, no crowd screaming, there was just me.
These distinct words were the beginning to my love affair with skateboarding. What my sister first started before me that day, was skateboarding, and as always I started soon there after.
“In first place winner of the 15-18 age group we have Jay Goldstein.”
These distinct words were greatly appreciated for all the sweat and time I put into not only that competition, but also skateboarding. And sure enough out in the crowd was my sister Marlo, the person who showed me the way. Even though she didn’t have the honor of winning the contest I still in a way looked up to her for all she had done and still does.
An average day at the skate park in the summer would probably span from 12:30 until most of the time whenever the sun went down. There was no game clock, no coach yelling in my ear, no crowd screaming, there was just me.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Collage Essay Page 1
Jay Goldstein
Creative Writing
9/17/09
“Oh my god, their twins. How old are they?” My sister and I must have heard relatives, family friends, acquaintances, and others say this statement hundreds of times over the years. My older sister Marlo has always been well my older sister by 3 years, she was my leader during my younger years, guiding me through life’s young challenges. She started playing soccer, I started playing soccer. So when she started skateboarding I started Skateboarding.
Since that day in the fall of my fifth grade year, skateboarding has kind of been my thing, you could say. Let’s not forget about baseball, hockey, soccer, tennis, and plenty of other sports that came before I found my true ambition. Skateboarding was the first sport I played where whistles weren’t blowing, coaches weren’t yelling, and most of all there was no one to let down other than myself.
And seven years later, I’m what I always wanted to be when playing those previous sports so many years ago. I wanted to be that game winning homerun or overtime goal, I wanted to be the hero. Now I can officially say I am that hero, for myself that is, with skateboard competitions giving me the confidence and joy that I wanted to achieve so many years ago, but now without any pressure from others.
Thinking of it now, I never wanted to be that home run game winner kid, if the game was on the line I dreaded stepping up to the plate, all the pressure. In skateboarding there is no pressure, no one is depending on you. I can only blame myself for not landing a trick. I don’t like having to depend on other people or vise versa.
Creative Writing
9/17/09
“Oh my god, their twins. How old are they?” My sister and I must have heard relatives, family friends, acquaintances, and others say this statement hundreds of times over the years. My older sister Marlo has always been well my older sister by 3 years, she was my leader during my younger years, guiding me through life’s young challenges. She started playing soccer, I started playing soccer. So when she started skateboarding I started Skateboarding.
Since that day in the fall of my fifth grade year, skateboarding has kind of been my thing, you could say. Let’s not forget about baseball, hockey, soccer, tennis, and plenty of other sports that came before I found my true ambition. Skateboarding was the first sport I played where whistles weren’t blowing, coaches weren’t yelling, and most of all there was no one to let down other than myself.
And seven years later, I’m what I always wanted to be when playing those previous sports so many years ago. I wanted to be that game winning homerun or overtime goal, I wanted to be the hero. Now I can officially say I am that hero, for myself that is, with skateboard competitions giving me the confidence and joy that I wanted to achieve so many years ago, but now without any pressure from others.
Thinking of it now, I never wanted to be that home run game winner kid, if the game was on the line I dreaded stepping up to the plate, all the pressure. In skateboarding there is no pressure, no one is depending on you. I can only blame myself for not landing a trick. I don’t like having to depend on other people or vise versa.
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