We stood at the top of the hill on Shoreline Drive and I started to remember all of the people I've seen skate down it. I once saw some guy walk up from the beach and ride down the hill on a skateboard with a surfboard in hand. If he could do that, it'd be easy-peasy for me. Or, at least, that's what I tried to think.
I thought we were just gonna go for an easy ride through the park. It was dusk on a Monday evening and we had followed my parents to the park on their evening walk.
The cruise through the park was nice - there was a little hill I managed to skate through (after stopping and telling everyone I was scared). Now, we were standing at the crest of a larger hill at the edge of Shoreline Park.
Lex went first. He was always the brave one even when we were younger. He pushed off the ground and rode his tiny skateboard down the hill, weaving back and forth between bike lanes in a wave motion.
Eugene followed. I saw him bail out about half-way down. That was always an option.
Then Niko and I stood at the hill's crest.
I put my board on the ground and Niko muttered to himself, "I can do this," while he put Freelines on the ground and pushed off.
We rushed down the hill. The pavement was really rocky and made loud scraping sounds as the plastic wheels on my board turned. I jumped off of my board half-way down and chased it for a little bit as gravity took it further towards the flat part before the hill.
Niko and I kept getting back on and then jumping off when we felt like we were losing control until we reached the place where Lex and Eugene were waiting.
As I walked back up the hill with Niko and Lex and Eugene, I felt excited that I actually tried going down the hill.
That evening felt like the beginning of summer. Not because of the longer day or the fact that it's June. I was spending time with good people, enjoying the everlasting sunshine, and having a sort-of adventure down the hill.