i go into the hills, looking for the right slope road which will give me a good downhill run, like a snowboard run on snowy slopes.

i ride down with my purple flannel jacket.

the skateboard carves back and forth. i lean, my shoulders lean back, hips follow and i carve. and then i lean forward, my hips pulling skateboard the other way.

its a way of expressing oneself. i can carve softer and tighter, or fling my body way back and do broad brushstrokes.

the trees are light green as the morning sun flows through them...

i find one steeper slope. and that fear mixed in with excitement gives me a rush and i throw my fist into the air.