One year later

I trying to street skate (again) was like a high school student attempting a college Physics Paper.

Last night after doing a couple of straight skates, we boldly ventured where we had not skated before: the dessert place seven minutes' walk away.

Fifteen minutes later, I stopped short of a street from the finishing line; the last stretch was too hazardous for the high school kid to tackle.

There was zero point satisfaction. Not coz I didn't reach the predetermined destination, but that I cheated.

My skate nanny had to hold my hands up and over the slopes, across the rough patches, and around the obstacles. He might as well have pulled me along on a sledge.

Shame on me.