My mom posted this photo on my FB wall this morning along with some sappy message about how I brought skateboarding, BMX and other things to their attention at a young age.
Those are my younger brothers. As parents, I terrified them not by being a cut up in school, but by building kicker ramps and dirt jumps in the woods with my friends.
They worried, tried to dissuade me from skating and riding, even though I never broke a bone. Instead, they encouraged soccer… I kept skating until I was 23, when I got serious about cycling.
We were broke as shit growing up, but I made things happen - no that’s not a Bones Brigade deck, but it’s what we could afford - hell I think we bought it at a yard sale but I loved that damn skateboard.
Run what you brung.