When I was in college I would call home and talk to my parents on a fairly frequent basis. To be truthful, I spoke to them everyday. It wasn't necessarily because I was homesick or didn't have friends at school, I have just always been very close to my family.
I remember vividly on numerous occasions calling home to listen to my mom freaking out about my little brother who had recently picked up parkouring. If you are not familiar, just watch this video. The year was somewhere between 2006 and 2010, so Facebook had already spread to the high school age group, meaning my brother had an account. Not so intelligently, he and his friend would go around our home town taking pictures of each other climbing up walls, running across roofs, etc, etc, etc. My parents caught wind and were not too thrilled with this newfound pastime. Me? Well, I just thought Erik was stupid.
Fast-forward six years and here I am, about to turn 29-years old and I am running around the roof of my Lincoln Park apartment. Funny how roles can reverse, right? Needless to say, I think I understand why Erik was so into it - there is an incredible rush as you stand on the edge and peer down at the ground below.
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