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Some of you are wondering 'Who is this guy, anyway?'                   

Well, let me tell you a little bit about my life.  My name is Jimmy Ruth.  I live in a small house in Fredericksburg, Va.  I live with my son, River.  I drag River and my significant other, Olivia, all over Virginia searching for skate parks.  River is five years old.  

I am 28 years young.  I work for the US government (Department of the Navy) in Dahlgren, VA.  I could tell you what I do, but I would have to kill you (yeah, right).   I have security clearance to secret information, but they don't tell me anything.  My job is computer application and web page development.  I also manage my church's web site (Jesus did exist, and he will come again), and I take classes part-time at Strayer University.

My real love is skating.  Specifically, I consider myself an aggressive in-line skater.  There is nothing like the thrill of catching five feet of air off an 8 foot ramp.  You may be wondering how I ended up doing this, especially since I am not so young anymore.   

I started out as a recreational skater, about three years ago.  I needed to get in shape, so I bought River a bicycle, and myself a pair of inline skates.   My parents were picking River up from pre-school everyday.  We began skating and biking in my folks neighborhood after work.  It was then I met a kid name Brian Sisk.  He was bored, and he also liked to skate.  The three of us started hanging out.

You're probably still wondering 'How did you get  into aggressive skating?'  The best answer I believe is a simple word- boredom.  You can only skate around for so long before you look for something new to do.  In my folks 'hood there is a school with curbs and rails.  We thought, "Hey, that looks cool.  Let's try jumping on it."

We skated the school nearly all summer before that got old.  We decide what we really needed was a ramp to catch air.  My father had a bunch of 2x4's laying around in his garage.  He also had some power tools.  One Saturday morning, we decided the time had come.  We bought nails, more 2x4's, and some sheets of plywood from Lowe's.  We drew up some impromptu plans, and 8 hours later, we had a launch ramp and a quarter-pipe.

My first jump off the launch ramp began my love of catching air.  "Wow," I thought, "this is what it's like to be eight feet off the ground and flying."  Soon afterwards, we discovered Curtis Skate Park in Stafford.  The rest is, as they say, history.

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What my parents think of my hobby, (sound clip)