When I was 13, I went on a BMX track for the first time. I’d ridden a bike for years, and loved little jumps and banks. The track was fully groomed, it felt like heaven. An hour into it, I remember racing down the start of it, flying into the turns, and hitting this table...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
