SKATER GIRL
I
had a young
twenty-something girl
ride my beach route
once a week throughout the spring
Our first encounter dealt with her riding her skateboard across a very busy and dangerous street trying to catch my bus. As I watched her risk her life and roll up quickly to the front door of the bus, I exclaimed, “Crazy hair, girlfriend!” (She happened to have numerous tats, piercings, and a very cute haircut to go with her fluorescent orange hair color.) She was extremely outgoing, loved that I noticed her hair, and we quickly hit it off. (I didn’t even bother to mention her daredevil skateboard riding.)
Chrissy (our skater-girl), and I, would cross paths just once a week for three months. Our encounters lasted less than 5 seconds each, and were always punctuated in the end by her yelling out “Thanks!” as she would depart out the rear door and tear off on her skateboard. The substance of our connection transcended time spent, age, race, gender, wardrobe, hairstyle, or any other version of separation one can come up with. The connection was nothing but fun for the both of us. She was just a ball of fun being herself and enjoyed the fact that some else happened to enjoy it with her.
twenty-something girl
ride my beach route
once a week throughout the spring
Our first encounter dealt with her riding her skateboard across a very busy and dangerous street trying to catch my bus. As I watched her risk her life and roll up quickly to the front door of the bus, I exclaimed, “Crazy hair, girlfriend!” (She happened to have numerous tats, piercings, and a very cute haircut to go with her fluorescent orange hair color.) She was extremely outgoing, loved that I noticed her hair, and we quickly hit it off. (I didn’t even bother to mention her daredevil skateboard riding.)
Chrissy (our skater-girl), and I, would cross paths just once a week for three months. Our encounters lasted less than 5 seconds each, and were always punctuated in the end by her yelling out “Thanks!” as she would depart out the rear door and tear off on her skateboard. The substance of our connection transcended time spent, age, race, gender, wardrobe, hairstyle, or any other version of separation one can come up with. The connection was nothing but fun for the both of us. She was just a ball of fun being herself and enjoyed the fact that some else happened to enjoy it with her.
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