Kick, Push

The skate park.

Nostalgia at its finest. 

There are few things better than the feeling I get when I do something with my son that I used to love as a kid.  It is like having a dual experience where his reality and my memories coexist. While I watch him, it is like I can feel the wind in his face when he coasts and the scrapes on his knees when he falls... only there is an epic 80's synthesizer playing in my head.  The gray tones, curved lines, worn stickers all take me back, but also force me to be aware and grateful or the present moment.