Oh man, how I miss my skateboard.
I regret giving it away.. I had it since I was a child, got it in grade 4 and I remember walking in and out of W49 feeling like the baddest little child out there.
The memories that I've had, the places I've been. Almost being hit by a car...
Oh the regret!!!
I just wish I could go out right now, 2:00 in the morning and just speed around the block and have everything but myself vanish into nothing.
I miss the sound of the polyurethane wheels scratching about the concrete, the feel of the rough pavement underneath my toes.
THE REGRET!!!
