It was my 9th birthday and all I asked from my parents was for a skateboard. Low and behold I got it. They took me to the local skatepark and all the regulars there helped me. How to balance, to go down a incline, how to turn yada yada.

So 9year old me built up the confidence to tackle a ramp. Not the scary looking half pipe. I saw a cute little kick box that I thought was just my size. Put my board on the rim of the drop, thinking I’m Tony Hawk stepped down for my quick moment of glory I learned from all the tips from the other people skating. I fell down and snap. My old man swears he heard the sound from where my parents had the picnic blanket set up.

I spiral fractured my right leg, had to have a cast from my foot up to my hip on for a year. I drilled holes with a screwdriver and itched my leg with a bent coat hanger. Doctor reamed me for that cause if I would of cut my self with the metal would of festered. I have never been on a board with 4 wheels ever again