My little sister came down to Provo to spend a day with me yesterday. For one of our adventures we decided to go longboarding. I’ve let her kick around on my board before so I figured she would be ok. We made our way over to a church parking lot that had a slight incline but was very large and spacious and perfect for riding around. We kicked up to the top of the hill and I told her to make sure that when she rode down she turned, making the board cut across the parking lot horizontally so that it would slow down.

I went down a couple times and loved the breeze blowing against me as I glided on the board; It’s been awhile since I’ve been. She decided it was her turn to experience the awesomeness of forward motion on a longboard so she kicked off and the board started to roll. I was at the bottom of the hill watching her gain speed very quickly. I figured she knew what she was doing so I didn’t say anything and just let her ride. She rolled faster and faster on the board until it was too late to turn. The board got speed wobble and she got scared and bailed onto the asphalt, a two-handed double-knee plant right onto the ground. From my view I saw her hit, slide and then roll. She immediately stood up and ran after the board. I screamed her name and she yelled back that she was ok. I longboarded over to her and saw the result of the bail, a huge rip in her jeans and a golf ball sized gash taken out of her knee.

I was very surprised with how tough she was and well she took it. After 10 minutes of sitting she was back on the board riding around for another hour, pant legs rolled up and a big smile on her face.

The memories longboarding brings are unforgettable.