Skateboarding with Jesse

The epitome of cool when I was nine.

I kick the road behind me.

I never had the motivation until now.

I go faster, faster, faster

Til' I wobble, 

But I stick with it

If I crash,

I don't mind 

Because riding too fast,

Down a hill,

With my best friend,

Someone I won't see again for too long

Means more to me than all the teeth in my mouth.

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Me
My family
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