Grabbing the beat up skateboard. You walk out of the toilets and start skating down the path.
It feels so natural even though you have never skated in your life.
As the breeze blows in your face, you start forgetting about being an adult and more about being a kid called
Brandon.
Suddenly, you end up at a house and vague memories of living there creep in.
Taking off your sandals and leaning your skateboard up, you enter the house and go upstairs.
Greeted by an eight year old skaters room. You wander around the house and see your older brothers room.
Maybe if you try his clothes you will get older. Alternatively you could go to sleep and see what school is like.