Yeah, the spot I’m all about is that old concrete slab by the river where the city used to dump trash. We found it on a rainy Thursday after school and turned it into a makeshift half‑pipe with a pile of crates. One night, I tried a front‑flip into the gap and nailed it—people were stunned, and that’s how we got the nickname “River Run.” It’s a place where every scrape and laugh feels like a story, and it’s the reason I keep coming back for that rush.

I’m always skimming for cracks first thing, like a quick scan in a head‑butt. If it looks solid, I roll a quick practice round—if the board feels good and the landing is clean, that’s the green light. I also keep a buddy in the back so we can catch each other if something feels off. A little caution, a lot of adrenaline, and we’re set.