Sitting at the skate park for three months, three hours a day, watching my 9 year old boy learn to skate wasn’t an easy thing, not because I was bored…but because I was obsessed with the magic unfolding before my eyes. One day the boy was particularly pumped, “MUUUM Pop Shove it!” my response,”Go easy on the language son!”
“It’s the name of the trick; I dare you to have a go!” Now I am not one to back away from a challenge, so I slowly got to my feet “Alright, give us your deck!”
The traffic in the skate park slowed and the whispering got louder, as the wild kids Mum strolled over and grabbed hold of her sons skateboard. I stood on it and turned 90 degrees, yeah I can do this!!! I took the back foot off and gave a little push up to the ramp transition; I believe that the correct term for what happened next is “Patchoong slam”. I’m not quite sure how I managed to retrieve my spine from my chest. I daresay it could have been the massive adrenalin rush, accompanied by the flash of white light that shot through my head and screamed “UNREAL!!! DO IT AGAIN!!!” which pushed things back into place. However it happened, my brain function permanently changed and an instant addiction was formed. That very day I went and bought skating armor, rigged up one of my boys’ old skateboards and entered stage one of a new life.