The long story of roller blading starts from a night that I went biking with my friend Reza and suddenly an officer that later on was discovered to be british signed us to stop. He noticed us of buying a front light for our bikes for only 14 bucks from canadian tire instead of receiving a $130 ticket. I took his advice next day and biked to canadian tire but I saw rollers on sale. The sad and painful(especially on the butt) story of falling on the ground started since that night. My bottom touched the ground exactly once every 5 minutes. But I was really motivated to learn. The little problem that I faced in the first hours was how to use the break. So there was always some thing funny hapenning. Either I was at an intersection that is always crowded with cars and people or I faced an obstacle that I couldn’t make my wy through it. So there was an annoying sound of laugh and a red color on my ears. But this was only the beginning….