We went to the skatepark at Warden and Ellesmere on the weekend. It was rammed with children everywhere! They were all much better skaters than I, zippin' around! So I felt I needed to prove myself by aggressively trying to jump a 6 stair gap and grind a metal bar. Needless to say, I slammed a lot, and every time I slammed I was met with concerned looks and comments from my junior companions, "Whoa! are you okay?" I'm not sure if it was their higher-pitched voices but I would respond with an angry, frustrated, "Ya, I'm fine! (aargh! leave me alone!)" I even re-injured my toe--which was slowly healing from having a futon dropped on it a few weeks ago (don't ask). Anyway, I've concluded that skateparks are a conundrum of embarrassment: if I go during the afternoon and evening, all the good skaters are shredding it up, and if I go during the morning, all the good lil' skaters are shredding it up. And their parents are watching from their suv's. And they're probably the same age as I am.
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