As I ollied into the air towards the stairs I decided I really didn’t want to do this anymore.

I felt the skateboard leave my feet as I flew at the rail. My legs spread involuntarily and the bar meet my delicate crotch area with a bang. I could feel my "baby-makers" getting crushed and I screamed. But the ride wasn't over.

I flipped over the bar, my head hitting the hard concrete with a crack. I rolled down the last six steps, with each step a new bone snapped or broke one by one.

When I hit solid ground I let out a scream. My arm was pointing backwards, my head bleeding in who knows how many places.

I started crying and yelling for an ambulance, but the other skaters just stared in awe. Blood pooled around me and I felt myself sliding into unconsciousness.

The last thing I heard were the sirens. It was too late though.

And I was happy.