My favorite childhood memories are from the summer of ‘99. My dad had a workout shed. It was large with a cement floor. I would skate around in a loop, grabbing on to the equipment to propel myself faster. My dad and his friend, Big Richard, would crack open a few beers, crank up the stereo and cheer me on.
Our house was very secluded and surrounded by cornfields. We would build bonfires, dance around and howl at the moon. Not a typical upbringing, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Our house was very secluded and surrounded by cornfields. We would build bonfires, dance around and howl at the moon. Not a typical upbringing, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.