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I was fourteen when I first started riding BMX. Every day, straight after school, my friends and I would head on down to the cul-de-sac behind the school, where the dirt jumps were, a barren peice of land that used to be dedicated to a large storage unit. That place was our secret paradise. Secret at least, until the word got out and cars started appearing. Lots of cars, and it was becoming too much.
The residents complained, of More