Auntie Charo's Soapbox

I was in Dededo and ran into the new skate park. Neat, I thought, a place for those with nothing to do to go to!!!
I'm not for scary type fun. I never learned how to skate, probably because I kept losing that damn key that came with the heavy roller skates, and oh, that not so pretty head on with an on-coming car. I actually dented his car as I met, up close and personal with the asphalt street. I managed to get thirteen stitches and now sport a few scars. In those days, there was no such thing as a helmet...probably because there were no sidewalks where I could fall and crack my head open. All they did have was lots and lots of merthiolate(sp) and gauze. The man whose car I dented brought me home, a bloody mess. The lost keys were no longer a problem because my parents threw away the beloved skates. And I had to work extra chores so that I could earn enough to pay for the man's damages.

Supposedly GHURA gave the money for the skate land to be built. I wonder if they know that since they did, that they would probably be sued big time if a kid fell and cracked his skull....you see, there's no one that gives a damn about them.....they don't matter. Kids are replace-able and don't matter in the greater scheme of things...These poor dears don't have to wear safety devices that would save them from a nasty fall.

Again, unless there's a bad injury and or a death.....there's no need for a darn requirement for these kids to have protective attire when they come to use the GHURA provided skate land.