[ WP ] `` I really should n't , but it feels too good to stop . ''

My mom always told me I should n't.'You'll regret it when you're older''what if something goes wrong?''You're going to ruin your life.' This must be what she meant. I guess I never thought it could happen to me. I mean, how many times have I done this?'I know what I'm doing.' I would tell her. It's true, I do, but that does n't mean a lot right now. This should n't have happened. One stupid mistake, and now here I am. Clipping along at forty miles per hour on what is essentially a piece of wood with wheels. Staring into the grill of a shiny new Ford. That truck's not going to be so shiny in a moment. I can feel my heart in my throat, I imagine it's a panicked morse code from my brain. It feels like lightning is shooting from my neck to my legs as I swerve hard. I ca n't hear the horn that I'm sure is blaring, the driver tries to find a way out. He's trapped on either side. So am I. My brain ca n't keep up with what I'm seeing as I desperately twist, and turn. Looking for a way out. I see a glimpse of a passing cars driver, sheer terror defines her face. I see the truck finally find a small space. He starts to swerve away. Behind him a van is still coming. I have seconds left, and my mind is screaming. With a quick glance over my shoulder into the other lane, I see a small space behind a red car. I do n't know if it'll catch me in time, but it's my only option. I quickly swerve left, watching the other lane. I see red. I do n't have time to think. It would take to long. Without hesitation I lean right. Hard. I feel the wind as the van narrowly misses me. My shoulder is inches from the ground. My board passes under the back of the red car that I just missed broadsiding. I look to the right, and see another car coming. I make horrible eye contact with the driver for just a moment before throwing myself to the left of the board. I swerve into the bike lane, buffeted by the passing car. I made it. I fucking made it! I leap from my board onto the grass. I take a few random steps, my hands in the air. My brain is singing now. Whooping, I fall onto the grass, and start laughing. I ca n't believe it. I feel so alive I can barely contain it. I leap to my feet, and pick up my longboard. Smiling to the moon. Grateful to be whole. I notice that I'm standing next to an intersection. I look down, and see another hill. My grin redoubles as I walk to the street. I know I really should n't....
