Afro-American, East Village...
I started boarding last year, but I had the bug for a few years before I had the "opportunity" to actually board.
Something about flying through the air, riding the powder, and if possible.., rails, rails, rails. All of that kept calling me, beckoning me to try out this sport.
Even though at the time I lived in the East Village, New York and most of my friends were into yoga, I was drawn to snowboarding.
I would see the skateboarders in Union Square doing their jumps and tricks, but I could only think of doing that on Snow, snow, snow!!!!!
Then, one day the opportunity presented itself. My hon booked a romantic get away in upstate New York near Hunter Mountain!!! On a whim we decided to go up to the mountain. It was incredible. I fell and fell and fell, but I loved it.
I knew nothing of correct boards, boots, bindings etc. I just loved the feeling of going down the moutain. I didn't mind falling on my face, ass, chest.., I knew one day I was going to rock on the mountain.
Part 2 coming
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