One momentous day, I and a neighbor kid from across the street, took apart a girl's metal skate, one of those old skates that clamped onto your shoe by use of a skate key. We nailed the two separated halves to the bottom of a board. Cool man! Surfing on concrete.

The entire activity was confined to a tiny patch of white cement in my parents' front yard. Those brittle metal wheels couldn't handle street asphalt.