If I were to choose an icon to represent the boy-child, it would be a skateboard.
He was first put on his father’s skateboard at the age of two. Within weeks he had constructed his own “board” out of an old carton and was “doing tricks” with it in the living room. A plastic board followed, but that was a bit unsatisfying so he learned to ride on his dad’s.
There have been periods in his life when skateboarding hasn’t been central – but it’s difficult to remember them. For the last five or so years, skating has been his passion. It’s overtaken music as the great love, but has found a profitable bedfellow in photography.
Dreams of becoming a professional skater have morphed into a more tangible goal of making at least part of his living photographing and filming skaters. So far, so good. He recently made a feature-length film which got sponsorship from a skate shop and team, and which is getting very positive feedback from the skating community.
I think it’s probably fairly clear from my posting that I am incredibly proud of my son. And one of the things I am most proud of is that he lives his life passionately and is not afraid to pursue his dreams and make them real.
This post was written in response to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, and also as part of my “countdown” to my son’s sixteenth birthday.
You can see more “object” posts:
… or read the earlier posts in my countdown: