I come from the jokes of me and my mates and the laughter that we have,
\nfrom the tree that sits in the corner of the park loosing and growing leaves,
\nfrom the skatepark that never got old with jumps, rollers and bars.<\/p>\n
I come from the road where I learnt to wheelie that seemed it never ended,
\nfrom the dreams and stories that I tell,
\nfrom trails that I shred and build higher like friendship.<\/p>\n
I come from my home town that I know as if it was the back of my hand,
\nfrom the kindness of my family that were always there for me like friends,
\nfrom my grandad and all his support towards other people.<\/p>\n
I come from the tears when my gran past on to a whole new world
\nfrom the cross of the Scottish flag were the highland cows stand and the mountains stride,
\nfrom red and white the team that grew inside me.<\/p>\n
I come from the board that takes me down the snowy sheets of mountains,
\nI come from a life of adventure,
\nyou only live once don\u2019t waste it!<\/p>\n
By Cameron<\/p>\n
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I come from the jokes of me and my mates and the laughter that we have, from the tree that sits in the corner of the park loosing and growing leaves, from the skatepark that never got old with jumps, rollers and bars. I come from the road where I learnt to wheelie that seemed … Continue reading A Life of Adventure<\/span>