1970s, Apple Valley, California, Childhood, Concussions, Dreams, Head Injuries, Skateboarding, Victorville
I remember waking eager in anticipation one night. I think I was about twelve at the time, and we were living in Southern California. A friend had invited me to go skateboarding at a local drainage ditch just out behind the Alpha Beta (about half way between Apple Valley and Victorville). This was a perfect half pipe, and a nice down-hill at that. My friend was a far better skater, and so this was also a chance to pick up a trick or two, and enjoy a day on my board. Plus, it was a rare sociable moment in the life of a young hermit. I was really looking forward to this day. The only problem was it was night-time.
This confused me.
I was pretty sure I had had a full night of sleep, and this didn’t seem like the darkness just before morning. It really seemed like the darkness just before you go to sleep and stay that way for the night. Luckily my Mom entered the room shortly after I sat up and asked me how I felt. I was eager to go skateboarding, but a little confused about the time.
…and about the dream I had, the one where I had already gotten up and gone skateboarding. Then my friends kept pestering me to call home, and I didn’t know why, but in this dream they seemed to think I should get ahold of my parents for some reason.
People talk a lot about making your dreams come true. I don’t think this is what they typically mean by it. At any rate, I got a cool new phrase out of the whole experience, “post cerebral concussion syndrome.”
omg (hear a strangulated snorfle)
I will now try–note the word try, not to nag nor assume the Mom face. You know, when a person uses the word Try, I think that in social cues it normally means they meant well and already failed. I hope you are safe.
oh sh*t, was this was a story?! I cannot read blogs outside of the realm of tea.
It was real, but I need to add a line making it clear that this happened a long time ago. …I haven’t skateboarded in over 20 years.
Well, I was also amused at the idea of you liking to skateboard. It’s interesting, just like hearing you sing.
Somewhere there is a video of me cheating at karoke (sp?) …the effect was more humorous than musical.