I used to skateboard.

Me, aka blonde  imbecile,

In the company of an imbecilic brunette. Because imbeciles have more fun, really.

We sat, laughing our minuscule asses off, upon a rudimentary skateboard.

Although possibly it was a prototype;

We are, nowadays, vintage ladies, after all…

High on Nutella, we could regularly be seen shriek-giggling rattle-flashing down a steep potholed road in a remote French village where you could still buy unpasteurized milk straight from a cow called Edith who mooed as we rocketed by.

Cars never occurred to us.

I guess you had to be there…