Went back to the skate park yesterday and was a little more daring as the concrete was dry this time.  Joining me on the ramps this time was a bashful and novice elementary skateboarder, a seven year old scooter dare devil (who was jumping off the highest inclines in the park), and a couple high school scooter/skateboard riders who appeared to be in their own world (as I almost ran into them several times as they weren't paying attention).  
Some of you may not know this, but back in my middle school/high school days, I went by the nick name "skater."  I would spend entire weekends skating around the neighborhood.  I was a serious boarder, for sure.  I think I originally started in fifth grade.  Both my brother and sister used to skateboard, and my first board was a hand me down from my brother.  My first helmet was a football helmet.  A blue one with a white stripe.  I looked pretty sweet.