I was in 8th grade and it had been raining for at least a week so we were seriously jones’n for a session. This was during the great skateboarding depression of the late 80′s and early nineties so there were zero indoor parks to hit up when the weather was bad.

It was a Sunday so we figured we could score a session by finding an empty parking garage. We found one that had a couple guys already skating so we pulled up and sneaked through the gate. All that was in the garage was a couple of long well lathered up curbs and some manual pads. No stairs. No ledges.

We were just glad to find some dry concrete.

A couple more guys showed up. Then another car load. After about an hour there were more than thirty guys in the garage taking turns on a curb that on a normal day would be passed up for twenty other spots in the area.

The amazing thing was that this was before cell phones and Twitter. This was just random cats showing up to skate. And like I said, this was during the depression of skating so any time you had a session with more than six guys it was something to celebrate. Unless of course you were at EMB.

It was cool to see a bunch of skaters just having a session in the simplest form. Just sessioning a curb. Slappies, 5-0, a little flat land…just the basics. It was true. It was the skate community at it’s finest.

Then the cops showed up and busted us. But that’s another story.