Bar the hill outside my house, this is the first spot I actually "skated".
I say skated, but due to the fact the banana board I owned only had three wheels ( Yet another crappy present from my errant Grandfather ) I kind of just stood there and watched my friend whose Dad had taken us to this infamous wasteland, where a few hotchpotch wooden waves had been erected.
I only went here once, but due to age, never really understood the brevity of such a place.
Makes you think. Everything happens for a reason. Even three wheels and flatops.
