I started skating when I was 16. I had a serious drug dependency that started when I was young that had taken over every aspect of my life. Even after being put in the hospital, i had nothing to really live and try to better for, so I just kept on with the daily self-abuse.
One day, a friend mentioned through social media that he was building a mini ramp and I thought he was bullshitting, so I had to go check. It turned out he was telling the truth, and the idea of riding ramp was so exciting I was convinced I had to try it.
The next time I showed up to his house to check out the completed ramp, he and a few other dudes had put together a junky board for me to ride on my own.
Flash forward seven years, and they’re still my closest friends. My issues with drug abuse didn’t end there, but skating was the foot in the door I needed. I’m four years free of anything that’s not the usual alcohol/weed/nicotine.
Sometimes when my family and I talk about the past hardships we experienced together, I like to share that skateboarding is what helped me grow and understand better about what we went through. The sort of trauma we experienced growing up left me a very hollow, lonely empty child. Skateboarding taught me discipline, goals, exercise, the importance of therapy, the importance of boundaries, communication, the beauty of life in the face of uncertainty.
I attribute skateboarding to the growth of my relationship with both my father and mother. I hated my dad, but the last two years he was alive he had me working with him. So every day for two years, i made sure to get to work early to cram in a little skate session. That therapy was just perfect to be able to face a man whom I had so much bitterness towards.
I’m rambling, but you get the idea. I don’t think I persevere anything, but sometimes I can’t help but be amazed at the turn my life took at that crucial age.