You may have seen my 42-year-old husband Jason, or someone else like him, cruising down the street on his skateboard. Or perhaps you’ve spotted him at the local skate park, skating and joking around with kids who are less than half his age. He is graying at the temples, and may have a bit of a paunch. He likely has a desk job, wears a suit and tie during the week and has a couple of kids and a mortgage. On the weekends, however, he whips out his stained, ripped, 30-year-old skater shorts, heads over to his local skate park and returns to a younger version of himself — the dude who first learned how to bomb a hill at age 14. more