Skateboarding started for me in the suburbs of Philadelphia back in 1991. I saw a local kid do an Ollie on a skateboard and I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. I had to have one. I eventually got a used one from a family member, it was beat up but it was mine. Now I was a skater and it stuck. I rode that skateboard every chance I possibly could.
My family moved a lot when I was young, so friends were hard to keep, but i always had my trusty wooden toy. It became my place to put my emotions, and a way to express myself. I eventually learned it was a tool to make friends. Other skaters always welcomed me. All that mattered was I skated. I felt part of something.
Over the years I've had the opportunity to skate some of the most historic spots in skateboard history and skate with some unforgettable skaters. So many memories made.
I am forever grateful to skateboarding and am blessed to still be ripping on a board 32 years later. I enjoy skating more today than I ever have. It brings a true smile to my face every time I step on it. Now I get to skateboard with my children and share something so special with them.
I look forward to sharing the stoke and hope it brings to others what It has done for me.