Yesterday the boys and I headed to the skatepark. Thursday afternoons at the skatepark have become a sort of date for us. We load up in the truck and prepare to go as I call out, "Helmets?" "Yep!" they say. "Pads?" I bellow. "All here, Mom."
"Let's went."I say. This being one of my favorite expressions that my dad frequently uses. This expression works best when said with a Spanish accent. If you choose to use it, do it properly.
We set off and today I am armed with my camera. I really dislike my camera. It has...issues. It began with the rechargeable batteries, and their inability to hold a charge. Fair enough, I think, I'll just use disposable batteries. The camera sucks the life out of the regular batteries faster than you can empty a clown car at the circus so if I am lucky, I get 15-20 shots off, max.
Yesterday was no better. The shots that I did get, however, are mad cool.
Exhibit A: The stair jump. It begins with copious amounts of speed and a cool T-shirt. Lift off is required as well as a strong landing. Dude, you get mad props for that trick.
Exhibit B: The rocky fakey, which I did not capture because of the stupid camera. What we do have is a wallride, which is equally as spine-tingling and dangerous. Bro, that was sick.
And now for the crowning glory of our skate photos thus far. I told John that I would lie down on the ground he could jump over me with his board and I would capture him in the air. He said, "What if I land on you." It's a valid question and one that I hadn't thought of until he broached the subject. Apparently I have more faith in his skating skills than he does. Either that or he is smarter that me.
I simply told him, "Just don't land on me, K?"
He did not land on me.
Man, that was off the hook. Totally.
(If you are impressed with my skater slang, go here, to find some more. And be sure to let me know if I have a letter in my mailbox.)