I keep my skateboard in the trunk of my car. It doesn’t take up much space.
  When I moved to Toronto, my car was packed with everything I believed I needed:clothing, cameras, records, a computer, and my art.
  Somehow I found room for my skateboard.
  I haven’t used it a lot lately. I did take it out one day after work, after the multi-level parkade had been power washed. Something told me it was time to ride.
  Before that, the biggest ride was outside of Thunder Bay on my way to Toronto. The road leading up to the Terry Fox memorial statue had just been repaved. I couldn’t help myself, and pulled out the board and cruised down the switchbacks.
  It was exhilarating!
  There was nobody around, it was early, and so I climbed the steps and did it again, and again, a little more daring each time. It all came back to me.
  My skateboard rests in the trunk of the car, it is there to be used, but doesn’t have to be used all the time (but it can be).
  The skateboard reminds me of what I can do if I want, when I want.
  Just because you don’t do something doesn’t mean you can’t. There are some things you know that just can’t be unknown (I think I have learned that the hard way).
  The skateboard reminds me that every once in awhile you should do something to get your blood pumping again. It’s not that I want to relive my youth as much as to be reminded I am still young.
07/17/2017                                  j.g.l.