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My wonderful wife, right where the skate ramp used to stand; For the majority of my childhood years I lived in the middle of a huge forest, where the tall Picea Abies grow their beards long while swaying in the cold wind from the north. Perfect for tree house building. Pretty much everything we did was flavoured by the sap from these tall, dark trees. Even something urban as skateboarding. Of course we had to skateboard while we were listening to The Clash and Sex Pistols. There were not any suitable surfaces for skateboarding in the forest, so we had to build a ramp. I drew a plan, based on pictures in skateboard magazines bought in Sweden (as the only country in the world it was illegal to skateboard in Norway from 1977 to 1989). My mum worked for the local council, so she talked someone into letting us log some timber in the middle of nowhere. A friend's dad had a mill and a truck. Soon we had a stack of timber in a clearing. After some hectic weeks during summer 87 we had a ramp. So that's where we spent all our spare time for the next few summers. Breaking the law the first two. One rather odd thing I remember from my childhood years was how people swore. Swearing was regarded as a skill. It was not about yelling out various obscure names for human genitalia or sexual activities. The people in these woods proclaimed their swearing, often quietly as if it was muffled by the dense forest. It usually consisted of a series of swear words carefully picked and composed to suit the situation. While in the rest of the world the intensity of the swearing is usually indicated by varying the volume, the forest people varied the length of the swearing. A good swearer could turn his swearing into poetry, and earned a great deal of respect for his swearing skills. The skill consisted of having a broad selection of swear words, a balance of traditional old classics and personal more obscure words, often property of his family. Words that have been passed on from generation to generation. Then a selection of these words had to be picked and composed to suit the situation. All while the swearer was in an agitated state, angry or maybe even in great pain. What a skill.