August 9th, 2001
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Today, I remembered the simple things in life.

I get my old skateboard out of my closet. I never learned to ride it, never wanted to. I walk with it to a hill nearby. For the first time in years, I sit down on it, legs crossed legs. Praying that I won't wipe-out on my first try, I nervously push with my arms.

For the next 3 hours, I shove myself off this hill, taking about 2 minutes to get down, 5 minutes to climb up. Boy, I miss being a little kid.