It's early spring. You're 15. Monster Rehab iced tea lemonade. The Pillows blasting in your ears. You're at the top of the tallest hill in town. Dead quiet. No cars. You get a moving start and push off on your skateboard. Knees bent, leaning into every curve and slope like it's second nature. The tactile sensation of polyurethane on pavement, the flex of the deck, the instant feedback to every shift of body weight and adjustment of your feet. The feeling of taking precise control over a once unwieldy system of movement, achieving agility that once seemed impossible, the realm of professionals and people online. Sometimes you hit a rock and eat shit, but fuck it. You feel like you're flying.
It's late winter. You're 18. Monster Rehab iced tea lemonade. The Pillows blasting in your ears. You're at a psuedo-PC cafe, part of the campus esports department. You're on slippi. You've played a couple games against a falco named "meleeplayer". Spiky Seeds plays on shuffle. You switch to fox. You hit every ledgedash and waveshine like it's second nature. The tactile sensation of plastic clacking against plastic, the click of the triggers, the instant feedback to every stick movement and button press. The feeling of taking precise control over a once unwieldy system of movement, achieving agility that once seemed impossible, the realm of professionals and people online. Sometimes you misinput and eat shit, but fuck it. You feel like you're flying.