I was a weird girl who couldn’t make friends, dishonorably transferred from a Catholic school. I had no frame of reference for the culture of skateboarding. (Trigger warning: this essay contains transphobic, homophobic, and misogynist slurs) I didn’t care too much though, I got to skate. When I was about ten I started bombing it - a helmet, pads, and sometimes even a mouth guard were required by my mom. Our house was on a hill and our driveway was an angle of almost 45 degrees, and 20 feet long. My Walmart Tigger skateboard was my favorite thing, and I’d ride it in circles on our back patio for hours, just turning, wheelie-ing, and spinning. He only knew how to “wheelie” and “tick tack” but it was enough to get me started. I saw the iconic and influential Extremely Goofy Movie and I was hooked. I have been skating since I was 7 years old.
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