He turned three, so he's a bit young for the skating thing. So was Angel, but my nephew, now a talented fourteen years of age, ruled the rink.
I challenged him to a race, but he beat me early. I tried for a second heroic charge, but my skates got out from under me and I fell flat on my ass. The left cheek, kind of high and mostly on the hip. It's sore now but not bruised. The bruise would be on my ego.
I also fell trying to ram into Uncle Jim. That one wasn't so bad, just lots of flailing and a kind of not-so-graceful Elvis kneel. Just another bruise to the ego. Who cares?
My other cousin Cori challenged me to a game of tag, tagged me, then skated off. Of course, when I finally caught up to her --four laps later-- she called time out. So unfair!
Here's me and my Angelita. She really loves me for some reason. It's not because I'm all sweaty from racing and falling and playing tag. Maybe it's just because I look funny.
For a new skate deck, he says. A new one? In addition to the fifty he's procured for himself over the years? Yeah, a blank one so he can put some custom art on it.
A noble goal, young man.