The following story was written by one of our learners:
My father drives me many places.
I go to work in the truck. I go to school in the truck. Sometimes I ride my bike.
It all began about five years ago when my cousin and I rode our bikes to the small town of Blissfield. We rode all around town but at the end of the day we ended up at the skate park. Being homeschooled and all I had never really seen anything like it. It just looked so fun I was determined to learn how to skate.
So I ended up getting a skateboard and building little ramps and grind rails in my barn and began to teach myself how to skate. I started by picking a trick and not stopping till I got it. No matter how hard it was or how many times I fell, I would always get back up and just keep trying. Once I learned a couple of tricks I started going to the skate park every day.
I met lots of new people and that’s where I met a lot of my awesome friends I have today. And just like at home, I’d keep falling and just get back up and just keep trying.