When I was eleven, I called last run. Went through the park, overshot the first jump, and landed super flat, really far from the landing. Split my ski, smacked my head, and haven't ridden park until the very end of last season. I'm 16 now... so it was my last run through the park for a long, long while. Last run of the season too. What I'm trying to say is, that the one thing you should take away from this story is, eleven year olds are easily traumatized. I never could do tricks, but I would sail over 40 footers all the time. Now I'm building my confidence over 25 footers... unless there's pow on the landing. But there never is. I don't have ADD, I'm just really bored. Booyaa, brudda.