Hard to believe all the things I’m missing sitting in front of my computer. And being over 40. This afternoon, I ventured into a room full of spinning, jumping, flipping and sliding teenagers, boys with long hair and skinny jeans showing off their tricks in a local skateboard competition. I went because my nine-year-old’s life ambition is to become a professional skater. (This is not great news in my book, but there it is.) And it was nothing short of amazing: two dozen boys (my son the 2nd youngest) crammed like goldfish into a store called Nine Star in West L.A., doing tricks for the judges, and one another. Thumping New Agey/hip-hop music thudded in the background, as the kids whizzed and whirled in a concrete space no bigger than a couple of elevators, cleared around the racks of clothes and dirt bikes. It was pretty great. Oh yeah, and my kid made it through the first round.
Skater Boys
Hard to believe all the things I’m missing sitting in front of my computer. And being over 40. This afternoon, I ventured into a room full of spinning, jumping, flipping and sliding teenagers, boys with long hair and skinny jeans showing off their tricks in a local skateboard competition. I went because my nine-year-old’s life […]
