Not a skateboard.

When I was 15 I was so in love with this boy from my neighborhood. He was so cute. And he was a skater. I mean, he was a clean cut skater, but he was still a skater. So I decided I must learn to skateboard. And I did. And I wasn’t half bad. After we got all the kids ripsticks for their various birthdays last year, I thought I’d be able to teach them a thing or two. But, uh, I just gotta say, ripsticks are not the same things as skateboards. Basically, I have no skills.

We’ll leave out the pictures of me falling on my you know what.