I longboarded this weekend. I went around and around my grandparent's block. I live on a farm...there is no cement...therefore no longboarding. I am pretty sure I haven't longboarded since Southern Village last May. I was rusty. (Obviously this post is all about me with the amount of sentences I have started with I).
But...don't worry. This post is NOT all about me.
My mom wanted to give it a try.
|Mom is trying to get Dad's attention|
|She didn't like the cracks in the cement so well|
Longboarding this weekend made me miss this...
To those who pushed me to learn...and bought me the board...and went down Pierson before me...this is for you.