Because We Are Of Great Value

Do you remember when razor scooters first came out and they were all the rage and every cool kid had them? You know the one with the commercial of an 11 year old boy bunny hopping over a furbie then giving his friend that kicked one around in a 360 a high five? Yeah those ones. We begged and begged my parents for one, hanging on their ankles while they walked around Wal-Mart. The answer was no every time. I am sure they could see us riding around the house on one, damaging more walls then we already had. (PS mom and dad, Mitchell and Alisha rammed Alisha's wheelchair into the wall and took quite the chunk with them. So there are worse things than a scooter.) Finally my dad caved and bought us a couple scooters, when he backed into the backyard (Because my dad backs in more then he pulls forward.) we all ran outside to attack his trunk, fighting over who got to ride them first. When he opened the trunk, our eyes watered up and spilled over, but not with tears of happiness. We had some other brand of scooter, it was not a razor, it would not automatically induct us into the hall of cool. This was sure to send us packing to the janitorial closet every day after school so that no one knew the "Wolverine" scooters from 7-11 (Yes the gas station) were ours. We rode them around the backyard on makeshift ramps and roads made with chalk for an hour before we started to hear a loud scraping noise, we checked underneath to find that since the handlebars wouldn't lock straight up, the bottom of the scooter was dragging on the ground, carving lines into the pavement. We rolled our eyes and continued trying to bunny hop over Shanna's furbie. Ten minutes later we broke off a piece of the base where you place your feet, it wasn't made of shiny metal with a radical design like the razor's, it was a plastic base that could only support twenty pounds and we were far beyond that limit. Being sick of trying to attempt to ride that, we went inside and did something way more productive called hide and seek blindfolded and in a full sprint. Moral of the story, if you happen to be at a gas station and see the knock off brand of something your kids are begging for, don't buy it. Spend the extra ten dollars on the real brand because if not, a kid slamming into a giant cabinet door while playing hide and go seek in the dark is actually going to cost you a little bit more... especially when they try to hot glue it back together...



**Disclaimer** My parents have bought us LOTS of nice things, razor scooters and Nintendo64 just didn't fit into the category of things they wanted to spend their money on.