I have always been the one that will do anything to let friends have a good laugh. I have always been willing to go out on the edge for a simple giggle. I look at it as a job. My job is not complete until I get the belly aching, breath taking laugh out of a friend. Once I hear that jolly rumble leave someone's mouth, I can hold my head high knowing I did my job right. One simple night on the job, everything went terribly wrong.

A friend's birthday party provided the perfect work environment. The air was warm and the sun was setting. It was a typical late summer's night.. The lake glistened in the setting sun as the band played. The breeze was at a gentle and warm flow through the trees. I surrounded myself with my normal crowd. A few laughs here and a few more there wasn't enough for me. As I watched my friends ride their skateboards around me, and idea bloomed in my head that would lead me down the road to pure disaster.

When the idea first began to blossom within my head, the main objective was not laughs, but simply to see if it could be accomplished. As the small bud grew into a full blossom, I began to think that I had a chance to go to work. Even though it seemed like a fully thought out plan that would be put into action and carried out with easy, it was more of a ‘play it by ear' moment. I truly did not think about my actions before carrying them out. This is the mistake that would later bring my volleyball season to an end.

I went to work. In the moment, I only thought I had an audience of two. I asked my friend for his board and proceeded to ask how to do an Ollie. An Ollie is simply a jump. With the object simply being to get the board off the ground, I thought it would be a simple task to accomplish. He began to show me the correct way to Ollie. With the board in the grass I attempted the trick a few times, failing every time. With the first half of my poorly thought through plan behind me, I climbed onto the rusty roof of a gun bunker to carry out the rest of my plan.

My friends, bewildered that I was even going to attempt what I was about to do, tried desperately for a few moments to talk me out of it. After realizing I was determined to proceed with what I was doing, they allowed me to continue. I looked down the slopping roof. The bunker was built into a hill, therefore placing the rear of the roof no more than 4 feet off the ground. Being that I had never skateboarded before in my life, I was convinced that nothing truly terrible could happen.

Without a second thought, I stepped onto the board. Without a moments pause, the board was moving rapidly down the slope. The edge was approaching rapidly. The moment of climax had arrived. Pushing down with one foot and raising the other, I had Ollied too soon. The tin roof allowed the already swiftly moving skateboard wheels to move even faster in the opposite direction that intended. With my feet now vertically above my head, and body moving through the air, the ground seemed as if it were sprinting towards my face. I did what only instinct and pure fear told me to do. I threw my arm out to stop the face smashing blow. I don't remember hitting the ground, although I do remember rolling over to see my audience hovering over me laughing both with and at me. I myself was laughing so hard my stomach felt as if it were going to explode.

An hour later, I began to feel the pain. It rushed from my fingers to my elbow without mercy. It happened gradually. Not all at once, but just enough to inform me something was wrong. A trip to the immediate care center and a shot full of pain killer later, it was declared my volleyball season was over. Although sad, it was worth the tear straining laughs that left my friends stomachs in result of my disaster. I would do it all over again eight more times again if it produced as much laughs as it did the first time.