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Friday, May 26, 2006
Old ghosts.  This is my old skateboard. Well, a picture google found for me of my old deck anyway. Once upon a time, my mom took me to a skateshop and let me pick out my very own board. I dunno why I picked this one. Maybe because the deck was a bit wider than the others at the time, and I thought it would be easier to learn on. It wasn't that easy to learn. Thank goodness for wrist guards is all I have to say, or I probably wouldn't be able to type this today. Somehow, a girl on a skateboard was like a porchlight and all the little skater moths from a mile around came to check out the oddity. We made good friends, and they showed me some fun spots to skate in the city. Lacking a Y chromosome was the only thing that kept me interesting. Really. I was terrible. At first, they got a kick out of trying to teach me stuff, but after a while they got kinda bored with my ineptitude. We were still friends, but no tears were shed when I sold my "oldschool" deck to a collector a couple of years later. Apparently I'd been skating on something vintage the whole time and didn't even know it. I miss my old ghost. Its top was covered in black griptape, and it had rails on the bottom. I say "had" because, after I endured relentless mockery and still didn't remove them, another skater finally took matters into his own hands. How could two little plastic rails be so offensive? posted by hilary at 9:06 AM |  
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Haha..I totally relate, I quit skateboarding after almost dislocating my shoulder...on my birthday! My little brother thought it was VERY amusing! :P
Cool board! Brian says he remembers them days..lol
LOL! I used to hang out with the skaters, but I was always too afraid of falling to actually try it myself.
Oh man, do I remember the days of skateboarding. I don't know what it's like in the states but the skate crowd here were the in crowd, and my attempts to infiltrate them did nothing for my social status but confuse everyone concerned as to where I belonged.
*sigh*
I never had it very easy growing up. Sure had a fun time trying though.