16/07/2009 | by admin
I think this is something that every skater who has had an unpleasant meeting with mother earth can testify to. But usually when these words are spoken, it means that family comes first, your own flesh and blood. Big brothers are a handy bunch, whether you need someone to buy you beer, or you need some advice from someone who has walked the earth longer then you, they are there for you. When it comes to skateboarding, big brothers have inspired generations after generations of new skate addicts.
Whenever you read an interview with pro, or am or whoever, when the question “How did you get into skateboarding” is asked, more often then not, the answer is, “My older brother”. I am no exception, I credit my brother for igniting the fire that still burns inside me for skateboarding. When you are little, your older brother is the king of the world, he gets to do all the things that you are too young to do. I remember doing whatever needed to be done in order to hang out with my brother and his older friends.
I credit my brother for igniting the fire that still burns inside me for skateboarding.
Whether it was taking the abuse they felt they had the right to inflict on me, or being an asshole at a very young age, and simply blackmailing him. From time to time, it worked. I got to hang out with them, and to some extent, be a part of what they did. Skateboarding was one of these activities. I remember the first skateboard my brother had. He made it in cooperation with my grandfather. As soon as I saw the big black beast, I knew that this was something I wanted to do. I think it was a combination of wanting to be like my brother, and the fact that is looked extremely fun. Of course, I had to beg and plead for what felt like an infinity in order to ride it for two and a half seconds, but it was worth it. When he finally – somehow- convinced my grandmother to buy him a ‘real board’, the first one got passed down the line, to me. I still have it, over a decade later.
Here is to all you big brothers: We thank you, and salute you.