Never done a flashback friday before.
So way back in the ninth grade, first year of high school, I was dating this one girl, ain’t sayin names in this cause for the purposes of this story, they ain’t needed.
Anyway, she and I dated for a bit and broke up. Through out high school we kind of got closer again as friends but nothing like, crazy special, we didn’t even hang out outside of school or nothing.
Graduation came round, everyone went their separate ways, that’s life.
Second year of College she and I got on a talking base again, really reconnected, and it was great to have somebody to talk to on a level so free of judgement and just have a back and forth discussion about literally anything. At the time she was telling me all about longboarding and all the delights it brought with it. That summer I got myself a crappy longboard (left) and started practising.
It wasn’t until a year later that we actually started longboarding together since I wanted to get good enough that I could hold my own without dying on a hill.
We would meet up in the early hours and cruise around, sometimes for maybe 40 minutes, and sometimes for a few hours, hell at one point we even caught a sunrise on the way home. We could skate together at high speeds, weaving in and out, getting crazy close to each other and then splitting apart, without a single word being exchanged, barely even glancing at one another, the synergy was amazing.
On our downtime we’d just shoot the shit, from heavy things like romantic issues, what each of us wanted to do in life, to the simple things like cool music or what kind of haircut one of us should get.
Before that summer I was so timid, always afraid to take a risk, always afraid to be judged by those around me for my actions, regardless of if they made sense or not. But from the time I spent flying through the streets with that girl, I learnt to live, I learnt to really feel the air I breath into my lungs. My entire perspective on life was shifted by a single individual.
Unfortunately she’s no longer in my life, and some might think that as something of a sad ending to this story, but it isn’t.
The purpose is that if somebody means enough to you, then you should simply be happy that they were a part of your life, that you got to experience what you did with them, appreciate that you got to know them and that they spent time getting to know you.
If you get just let yourself get sad, or in some cases mad that somebody isn’t in your life anymore, you risk overlooking all the positivity they brought into your life, and as a result will prevent yourself from developing further as an individual.
So err, yeah.
Flashback Friday.