Made this from the video from previous post.
Sometimes when I go to the old parking lot where I learned to skate I imagine myself at ages 12-16 out there skating around.
Made this from the video from previous post.
Sometimes when I go to the old parking lot where I learned to skate I imagine myself at ages 12-16 out there skating around.
There was this spot I often skated as a young kid. Years later, I would often drive by it on the way to college. I would always look to see if anyone was skating, and there never was. Later, I realized I wasn’t actually looking for any skaters (I knew there never would be any). I was actually looking for my own ghost.
I can relate to this. I’ll see a picture of where a bank once lived and now a frigging Starbuck/Office is there instead. I think back to all the old spots I once spent hours at that are long gone. With parks sprouting like bamboo shoots everywhere all the old banks, parking garages, parking lot with a steep slopes are forgotten about. Except by those of us who rode them.