I skated once when I was 6. Cracked my dome on the ice and never tried again. Bought new rollerblades about 9 years ago, for some reason, and they had JUST tarred the road past my house. About 1/2 mile up, there is a big curve on a pretty substantial hill, with a gravel road that tees into the new asphalt. Welp, maiden voyage on the blades, I started rolling down that hill. Had to be doing about 147 MPH the way it felt, and plowed into the bed of gravel that was drug out of that side road onto the tar. Got down real low thinking I could ride it out, which only made me go faster. So 3/4 of the way down that hill I was about to break the sound barrier and made the educated decision to aim for the ditch instead of go down on the asphalt. It was some sh!t out of a cartoon; left blade jammed into the shoulder and stuck there- foot came out and there I went cartwheeling through the reed canary. Woke up barefoot aside from my left sock and hobbled my bloody corpse down the boiling hot asphalt 3/4 mile home, barefoot, with my left rollerblade in my hand. Never did find the right one or my sock. So that's my cool rollerblading story. Rode a skateboard once for about 12 feet and wiped that out too, making my elbow into a green softball. I'm no longer allowed to touch things with wheels