Moomin and I watched skaters and baseball players after Jo and her brood left the park. One kid talked to us and every time he'd skate up the ramp to our corner, he'd pretend to fire a gun at Moomin, and called him "junior" or "cowboy". Usually Moomin hates this hearty teasing from strangers but he loved the skaters and said they were brave heroes! So he grinned shyly at the strange skater boy and pretended to shoot him. It was totally fun.
I wonder if I rode my bike down there at 7:30 am, maybe the park would be relatively empty of attitudinous teenagers and I could tool around the lovely, lovely, smooth, rampalicious skate park on my battered star wars board?! Oh so tempting. I can at least go down the straight sidewalk and stop myself, and if I'm not going too fast I can turn in mid-glide without falling off. How much easier it would be without those nerve-wracking cracks in the sidewalk!
As we sat there I thought of funny nicknames for all the different skaters - Fabio, Suave, Coolio, J-Lo, etc.
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