It's been a spotty return to skateboarding for Sk8terdude, but this time the obstacles have not involved trips to the orthopedist.
Just days after returning from camp, Sk8terdude woke up one morning to the news that our local skatepark was closed due to an overnight fire. The shack had burned to the ground and the vending machines melted but the ramps, etc. seemed perfectly fine. Nonetheless, the town decided the skatepark would be temporarily closed.
Three weeks ago they reopened (hooray)...and then last week they were temporarily halved by yellow caution tape as workers arrived to build a quarter-bowl in the back corner of the park. Yesterday we pulled into the parking lot only to be told the park would remain closed for at least one extra day to let the concrete cure (apparently they also resurfaced several ramps).
Sk8terdude was itching to skate but rejected my offer to head to Dickinson Park in Newtown ("It's too small!"), instead begging to be allowed to skate some street spots for the first time ever. I admit to being torn. While I don't really want to encourage him to skate where he isn't supposed to (for example, at one of the local schools), I didn't want to put up with his complaining all afternoon if he didn't get to skate.
So I caved.
I know....bad Mommy. Allowing him to break the rules AND standing by while he did it (I read a book in the car while he skated) isn't exactly sending the right message. But I was encouraged by the fact that no fewer than eight other skaters and roller bladers showed up while we were there. Apparently we all had the same idea, convening at the nearest easily skateable public venue.
Is it terrible of me to admit that it was fun to watch? This was Sk8terdude's first time figuring out, for himself, what was skateable and what wasn't (yes to olleying the stair set, the curb, and the low retaining wall - no to the handrail on the ramp). And when he landed the stair set he ran back to the car, grabbed the video camera, and took some footage of himself doing it again.
He came home happy and exhausted - a winning combination - even if it was a slightly illegal one.
LOL - From now on I suppose we'll be adding a dollar a day to his legal fund instead of the proverbial "therapy jar."