06/03/2023
I must have been 7 when I got my first skateboard. I was told my grandmother who was in hospital and really ill; had got them for me and my sister. There they were, shinning in the cupboard. I remember being shell shocked. Mine had a radical green serpent on the bottom and all sorts of plastic guards all over it. It felt too rad. Like it wasn't even real. The kick was heavy and it had a chunky plastic brake. My sister and I would race on the back deck of the house in nsw. The idea of doing things I saw pros do like flying out of ramps, seemed utterly insane and improbable. Flash forward and I've dropped vert ramps, ollied 8 stairs, blown out knees, shattered wrists, skated in parts of the world I'd have never dreamed. All the while met some of the greatest people on earth. Kind adventurous souls who share a love of sliding malevelonently across pavent, always inches from mayhem. Glad it's still part of my life. Little early morning session - shredding.
