The splinters were so big that Robbie could see them from the top of the ten-foot-high ramp. Despite his kneepads, he knew the wrong fall on the half-pipe would shred his legs. Still, he had to practice for a couple of hours every day before a competition. And anyway, skating had become more of a refuge than ever before — when he was sliding down the ramp, there wasn't time to think about anything other... More >>>