Go skateboarding

Go skateboarding, down the hill,

feel gravity pull you through the turn

Go skateboarding, tires squeal,

smell smoke as the rubber burns

Go skateboarding, grind the axle,

hear the metal shriek down the rail

Go skateboarding, heart races,

taste your sweat as you exhale

Go skateboarding, free as a bird,

see yourself soar above the ground

Go skateboarding, feel the power,

know nothing can bring you down

Go skateboarding, not just for fun,

This isn’t some silly game

Go skateboarding, to feel alive,

Your senses will never be the same.

 

Poem by: Pasqual Torres

 

At age four I rode my brother’s skateboard and I knew I had to have one also. So I begged my father and by my birthday next year he gave me one. It was a freedom like nothing else, it wasn’t just a toy, it was transportation. I could go farther and faster then ever before and never felt left behind. My brother went through the Vison T-shirts, long bangs, Air walks and Thrasher magazine but when he got a car he left that hobby behind. And while I don’t launch off ramps or stairs anymore, I’m still a life-time skater.