
Growing up in Pittsburgh, I spent my days looking for hills. I wanted any hill I could find, big or small, it didn’t matter, as long as it had a bump it meant I could go speeding down it; and luckily for me, they weren’t hard to find. When I got my first skateboard, I ran to the top of my street and excitedly pushed off to start my descent. I don’t think I made it quite halfway down the hill before I realized that in one-on-one the asphalt will always win. Even after learning that lesson, I didn’t care. I loved it! I loved the speed, the thrill, the skill it took to learn how to navigate my way down. That was it for me, any chance I could have to get on a board, I was game. In the winter my feet were strapped to a board, whether it was on skis or a snowboard, every weekend.
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