Sports Riddles for Kids

Every swing is a fresh start. Past hits don’t change the bat. The chance stays put.

Hint: The coin (or player) doesn’t remember what happened before.

Four children, Rob, Danny, Martha and Bent, had a race across the yard. Danny was as many places behind Martha as Bent was ahead of Rob. Martha was not first and Rob was not second. Who was first, second, third and fourth?

Hint: Four children…

A school has 120 kids. 75 love basketball, 60 love soccer. 30 enjoy both. How many sit on the bench?

Hint: Draw overlapping circles.

I am a shoe with a special row of wheels lined up in a straight single file. I love smooth concrete and bike paths. What am I?

I am served at a table, In gatherings of two or four; Served small, white and round. You’ll love some, And that’s part of the fun. What am I?

Hint: I am served at a table…

I have a “deck” but I’m not a ship. I have “trucks” but I can’t carry cargo. Kids stand on me to do cool tricks. What am I?

I have laces, a boot, and four wheels in a perfect square grid under each foot. I’m the star of the birthday party at the local rink. What am I?

I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I’m not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I’m never thrown. What am I?

Hint: I have many feathers to help me fly…

I have wheels but I’m not a car. You wear me on your feet, but I’m not regular shoes. If you stand still, you might roll away! What am I?

I leap into the air, the board follows me up. One flick of the foot and it snaps right back. What trick am I?

I live in the park, shaped like a giant bowl. I hold no soup, I hold no water — just speed, gravity, and fearless riders. What am I?

I love giant sheets of frozen water. When you wear me, you can glide, spin, and draw invisible lines on the cold ground. What am I?

I love ramps, concrete bowls, and handrails. If you tap my tail against the ground just right, we can jump into the air together without any wings. What am I?

I protect the most important thing you own. Skaters think they’re too cool for me, but one bad fall and they wish they’d worn me. What am I?

I spin beneath you but never get dizzy. The faster you go, the faster I turn. Change me when I get too smooth to grip. What am I?

I spin the board a full 360°, yet your feet never leave it. Wheels to the sky, then back to the ground. What trick am I?

I’m a skater’s most honest teacher. Every lesson leaves a mark. Knees and palms know me best. What am I?

I’m born in a halfpipe, high above the coping. Gravity pulls me back but I defy it — arms out, board beneath my feet, soaring. What trick am I?

I’m not a wall, not a bench, not a rail — but skaters grind me, slide me, and ollie over me. Security guards are my sworn enemies. What am I?

I’m the enemy of every smooth ride. A skater doesn’t see me until it’s too late. Tiny and round, I send boards flying. What am I?