Growing up, I was obsessed with skateboarding. A large chunk of my childhood memories involve cruising around on boards, landing new tricks, and hanging out with mates at skateparks.
I was then introduced to surfing and became instantly addicted. It provided many of the things I loved about skateboarding and was also done at the beach, which is my favorite place to be. For a while, the addiction was so strong I neglected skating. It wasn’t until I moved into a place with concrete floors that I remembered my old love. We made a ramp, had a rail and a box, and we skated. I was, needless to say, super rusty. But over a few weeks of solid skating it (mostly) came back, as did the courage.