Lamentable limbs

The countdown had come to an end, the contraption forcing me to perpetually give the world a thumbs-up was scheduled to hatch a rejuvenated limb. Giddy, I hopped on my bicycle and headed towards the doctor’s office. As I steered single-handedly for what I thought was the last time, I daydreamed of doing backside airs again, tying my shoes with utmost ease, coming closer to crossing juggling pineapples off of my bucket list. I had been robbed of the ultimate primate perk for much too long. Never take opposable thumbs for granted.

Alas, I had arrived:

Despite the renewed contraption, I pranced down to San Diego with Dr. photographer/professor/evil mastermind Julian Bleecker to break in the new cast with some fellow vertically driven minions.

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Obsessively skateboarding, Double-majoring in Communication and Narrative Studies at the University of Southern California, Writing for the Annenberg School of Communication and Journalism's website, View all posts by ameliabrodka