I grew up with a love of tricks, stairs and rails,​

10 years a skate rat then the heaviest of bails,​

My passion torn from me by ligaments and bones,​

A once fulfilled life now full of unknowns.​

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But then shone a light from another direction,​

A plastic shelled boot, a work of perfection,​

They may smell horrific, bruise shin, calf and toe,​

But they keep my foot on, so I'll let that go.​

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I hopped on a plane and went powder chasing,​

Steep lines and drops, set my heart a-racing,​

And as the years passed, I moved into the park,​

Then on to the streets to keep skiing after dark.​

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Now tricks, stairs and rails are back on my mind,​

And I've replaced tre flips with spins front and blind,​

I live for the mountains, they're part of my being,​

All thanks to the boots, that brought me to skiing.​