I went longboarding last night in a canyon, with a boy.
I ate the asphalt, then rolled down a hill. Literally.
He chased after me (what a good guy).
I am now saying hello to my new friends that are staying on my hands, elbow and thigh. Lucky me.
P.S. I have only been longboarding once before. And by once before, I mean in my culdesac.
Not to shabby for my second time, eh?