I got my first pair of roller skates when I was 7 years old. They were white with pink pom-poms, and had a picture of Strawberry Shortcake on the sides. I think I practically slept in those skates. No one ever saw me without them. My neighbors would laugh because the only thing they ever saw flying pass them was my huge pony tail in the wind.
Eventually skates just didn’t cut it any more. One summer, I think I was about 10 yrs old, I was hanging out with my cousin of the same age, in Brooklyn. Of course I had to bring my skates with me. But that was the day, I realized my roller skates just weren’t enough. My cousin, Timmy, pulled out his skateboard! At that moment, I got roller envy! My skates just wasn’t cutting it any more! I saw bigger & better when I looked at that skateboard!
It took me about 2 months of allowance saving before I could buy my own skateboard. Once I got it, no one could tell me anything. I conquered the steps on the porch. I then conquered the hill we lived on. A rail? That wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. By the time I was 15, I was skating with an all boy crew. Yeah, I was a tomboy and proud of it.
A few months ago, my son asked where did I get the scar from on my knee and I told him about my skateboarding past. He couldn’t believe it. He actually thought I was lying until he got my grandmother on the phone. She told him all about my trips to the ER & stitches I received due to my extracurricular activities.
It didn’t surprise me to see my son’s Christmas list, listed as #1, was a skateboard! At first I was hesitant, because I didn’t want to spend hours upon hours in the ER like my family did with me. Every time he asked if I got him one, I managed to change the subject.
A few days before Christmas, I found myself at Kay-Bee Toy Store. They were having a store-closing sale, so there really wasn’t much to choose from. The only reason I remembered the skateboard my son asked for was because as I was walking down an aisle, I almost tripped over one! Just my clumsy luck. I guess that was my sign that I should get him one.
Yesterday, we decided to take the skateboard out for a test run. My neighbors little girl was out with her skateboard as well. My son still wasn’t convinced that I knew how to skateboard, so I had to throw on my sneakers and show him that I meant business. After a few minutes of showing off, he could only stand there with his mouth wide open. As I left him out there with his friend, as I walked away, I could here the little girl say, “Wow, my mommy only knows how to sew!”.
Just think, a skateboard has catapulted me into the “Cool Mommy” category!
Btw, check out a friend of mine, she goes by the name of Skateboard C! (http://www.myspace.com/crystalsolomon)