I got up early today and went to the park to go skating. It’s always fun to go early because there’s no one there and it’s nice and cool outside.
The park I go to most often is called Fairmont, here in Sugarhouse, which is a small little district of Salt Lake City. I live about 15 blocks away, I’d say, so I go there a lot.
It’s actually been one year today that I first went there, and what an adventure my first time was. I remember it was like my second day of skating, and I rolled up to this ramp and thought, “oh, this looks fun!” and just dove right into it. The first thing I remember thinking was “holy crap I’m going fast” and then I bailed at the bottom and really hurt my legs. I got up again though and thought, “I’ll just try that again” so I went down a smaller ramp and bailed again, hurting myself even more. Then I figured I’d just try and push up to the ramp and go down a small part, and I fell down again. By this time I could barely walk, and I went limping to my car and got out of there. I don’t think I even went back for like four months. It was great. :)
Now, I go there quite a lot. It’s a great layout, and perfect for my level since there’s room to both screw around and practice.
Plus, the sidewalks come with inspirational messages.
“you suck at skateboarding”
I love skateboarding. I never thought I’d stick with it so long, but it’s been a year and I’m still having the time of my life. I tell you what.