The Fallen Leaf Skateboard

I bolted past the bike rack and spotted a giant, dry plane tree leaf sitting flat on the wide stone bench! It was curled at the tip just like a miniature halfpipe. I couldn't resist—I took a running sprint, leaped right onto the ribbed stem, and gave a sharp stomp with my back heel! The whole crunchy leaf slid across the polished granite with a crisp scraping hum, surfing forward a few inches before grinding to a halt right against a scattered acorn. Perfect balance, zero wipeouts!