Now, I’m not a skater – I’m incredibly non-athletic in every sense, if I’m being honest. However, I have a son who is a very active boy. There are so many ways in which his interests and skills diverge from mine that our first year of home education may have taught me more than him.
He’d been asking to learn about skateboarding for a while, so when it came up on the network I jumped at the chance. So for a few months he’s been taking these classes in a skate park I’ve been riding past for years.
The first thing I noticed was it’s a lot bigger than I realized. There are two sections: a 400 square metre wooden park and a 900 square metre concrete section, and in the middle of these two, a coffee shop with cake.
The staff is really friendly and the co-op run business even has a cat. The thing that has impressed me the most is attitude of the coaches: faced with a class of under 7s all lumped out in pads, weighted with huge helmets, flopping and flying about, I’ve never seen one of them laugh. Trust the parents are having a bit of a giggle.