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As a kid starting skateboarding in 1976 my parent didn&rsquo;t know anything about it, didn&rsquo;t understand anything about it, and didn&rsquo;t care too. They tolerated it. That was the best I could expect. It was enough. I remember wishing that they did get it, like some of the parents of my skater friends. Now, as young senior citizen, I&rsquo;m glad they didn&rsquo;t get it. It was mine. No…