Day 2 at the Skate Park

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.