Not Like I Remember...

Skating sure isn't like I remember. As a kid I would fearlessly tear up the trails behind my house, never thinking twice about falling, tripping, breaking a bone, yadda yadda yadda. The trails we skated on this morning were filled with sticks, rocks, cracks...all sorts of things to cause an epic fall. No one took a fall, but there were a few close calls. I think I'll take the boys to those paths behind my childhood home to see if I can catch a glimpse of that carefree girl who flew down hill after hill without looking back.