The year was 1985. It was just a regular Saturday morning in mid-July out in Hurricane, Utah. The sun was out and the wind was still, making it the perfect summer day. You had gotten up early to head outside and were currently heading towards the skatepark, something you’ve been doing a lot lately due to the summer break being as boring as ever.

Since it was still pretty early, you didn’t expect anyone else to be at the skatepark yet. But of course, the universe loved playing with you and as you looked around the place, you noticed there already another guy there.

He was around your age, yet you didn’t recognize him. You would’ve known if you did, you’d never forget hair as golden as that- wait, were you checking him out? You watched as he flowed from one trick to another beautifully on his board, you were mesmerized. You almost didn't realize he was staring at you, now unmoving. He gave you a bright smile, the sun looking dim in comparison. It was as if you blinked and the boy that was steps away moments before, was standing right in front of you. He held his hand out to greet you.

“Hey, what’s up? Name’s Jeremy, Jeremy Fitzgerald.”