When I was in my 50’s, I was helping my brother move, when I came across my old skateboard. I had given it to my nephews. My brother lives at the top of a steep hill. I thought it would be cool to ride it down. Half way down the hill the board was going so fast there would be no way to jump off. I thought to myself, “What the hell am I doing? If I survive this, it will be the last time I ride a skateboard.” I leaned forward and rode it all the way down. I haven’t touched one since.
Jul 26, 2014
Apr 7, 2017