Skate or Die!
Despite spending my High School years dressing almost exclusively in an identical wardrobe to a teenage skater, I've never (to my recollection) spent any time on a skateboard.
I was surrounded by skater boys-o-plenty in my youth. Enough so that my brother had rails and ramps and gaggles of skater boys in the backyard year round. Yet I never made any effort beyond my Volcom/Dickies/Element clothing. That was as committed to the "Skate or Die" lifestyle as I came. In skater speak- I was a poser.
So tonight, in my 29th year, I finally picked up a board (have I earned enough street cred to call it that yet?) and cruised around the backyard while my kids were inside asleep, just like a young Tony Hawk. Pretty hardcore if you ask me. And by cruise I meant scoot. I did wear a hoodie, so I looked less like a Mormon Mom (except for the whole actual skateboarding part.)