I had the skateboard for approximately two months when I first began to really look at it and step one foot on it. Of course, it was a complete failure. I did not enjoy this new toy. A few weeks later my babysitter came over and my Mom had asked him to bring his deck to show me a couple tricks. His board was a lot cooler and I felt like an idiot riding mine. The hope of obsession for the hobby was lost and I forgot all about it two days later.

After 6 years had passed, I woke up one morning and wondered where the skateboard could be. I did not encounter it anywhere. I had a thriving impulse to check the sport out again, closer this time.

I asked my dad to buy a skateboard for me, so as giving and supportive as he was he said, “sure.” As we were in the store, my feet were somehow trembling to get this board. I think my dad did not realize that this was the loudest purchase he had ever made!