Never stop being a kid...life seems to get boring when you do.
I was just reading a blog by a friend who is 27 years old and sometimes skates with some kids where he lives. This made me think of an experience I had back when I was in high school...
When I was 15 years old, I used to skateboard with a grown-up (mid to late 20s)...but he was just cool...age didn't matter. He showed me how to hang on to the back of a car on my skateboard (you know...like Back to the Future). I decided to hang on to the back of his SUV (I thought he knew I was back there).
Turns out he was late to an appointment, so he took off like a bat out of #@&!. With his radio blasting, he couldn't hear me yelling. I was too afraid to let go because I had speed wobbles and was afraid of possible oncoming traffic. At about 40 mph, my little wheels just couldn't go any faster and the board slipped out from under me.
As I was flying through the air, I kept thinking "Wow, this is how I'm going to die". As I hit the ground and slid UP the street, all I could think of was "Huh, I didn't die...Dang, my new Jams (shorts) are going to be totally ripped." Well, I didn't die and my shorts didn't rip...but my legs and arms did. When I went into my Dad's room to show him my broken arm and ripped up arms and legs, he made me wait until he was done reading the paper before we went to the hospital because it was such a stupid thing to do.
Yeah, those were good times!!
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I seem to have a story for every type of experience imagineable. So many people have told me to write a book (don't they know I barely read). This is my attempt at capturing some of my life's experiences so my son will know how weird his father is.
2 comments:
Ohhhh I can tell already that this is going to be some good reading!!
-Jen C.
Erik, we are so excited to read your stories!!! Keep them coming.
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