Before there was fashion, my one true love was skateboarding. I was a two-a-day addict: Before school and after school, all day on weekends. I did it for seven years until the fourth broken arm forced me to reconsider and choose healthy bones over casts, slings and splints. But whenever I see skaters I get a pang of nostalgia. I ran into a group of them on the street in the Financial District yesterday. They were taking on a waxed ledge. Here’s what happened.
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