I had my first go on a skatepark this morning at 6.00am. The dew on the metal ramps made it pretty dangerous but after half an hour I was converted. I took some air off the half-pipe and crashed and burned on the tarmac.

Cuts, abrasions and bruises. Hey, why should kids have all the fun!

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