Roller blades

Ripping through wrapping paper, there was always something exhilarating about that crisp, shear sound. Those moments were pure bliss, with endless possibilities for what was waiting beneath the decorative covering. The feeling that you are so close to being united with this idea, this expectation, this gift, this missing piece of your life. Then you finally see it. Your heart stops, for just a brief moment. You faint, and allow yourself to fall to your back. You lie down staring at the ceiling with an ear to ear grin plastered on your face. This is it. This is happiness. This is what you've been waiting for. You have now crossed that threshold where you can live each coming day, with an unbeatable feeling of absolute joy. A whisp quickly breezes through your mind. Is this typical? Are you doing this because you are supposed to do this? The only way to attain happiness is to fit into the expectation of how happiness is achieved. You have seen it acted out so many times. So is that all that this is? An act? What? Of course, not! This is the oddity of the human mind. Whenever those truly great moments present themselves, something, from the nether regions attempts to crawl out of the depths, and tell you that you are wrong. That this is not it. That you are fooling yourself, and everyone knows you are. But the refuse to admit to themselves that they know that you are. These ideas are ridiculous, of course.
After patiently watching the rest of the family open their gifts, you anxiously begin opening your box. No assembly required, and powered by youthful exuberance, batteries are far from necessary. You take aim down the driveway. But then cautiously rethink the options. You side step your way down to a flat, smooth surface. Now is the time. Full speed ahead!. However, something is strange, because nothing happens. Clunk, clunk. This somehow feels like walking, except more difficult. My feet feel weighed down by bricks. What am I saying? This is it! This is what I've wanted and dreamed of, and now is my moment. Clunk, clunk, clunk. It's getting better, the bigger the smile, the more enjoyable the ride. Scrape, clunk, scrape. It's like riding on a cloud. Scratch, scrape. As if I sliding through the melted to layer on a stick of butter. Scrape, scratch, clunk. Well, all of this unchecked euphoria has drained my energy. And anyways, I think there's cake inside, so I should probably go eat that, and get more energy. Taking off the roller blades, I walk to house, through the garage, and drop them in a plastic bin with other sports equipment, not noticing as one hits the edge and falls to the ground.