By Eric Neel
Page 2 columnist

Sunday, May 18, 2003

When I was about eight years old, I had a wooden-deck skateboard with clear yellow urethane wheels and a GTO sticker near the nose. I used to ride it back and forth on the pebbly sidewalk in front of my grandparents' house, and the way I remember it, I rode kind of fast. But I lost that board when we moved late that year and never rode again. A few years later, there was a girl in my sixth-grade class -- I think her name was Sam. She had kind of a Davey Jones haircut, wore long OP chords and na ...

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