The driveway was where we built ramps on old bed frames. It was where we killed zombies with wiffle ball bats, and where we named weird grabs on our rollerblades. The driveway was a place where you did whatever you imagined and you weren’t judge for it. Most of us lose the driveways of our youth. We grow up, we move out. If you bring a skateboard though, wherever you are, it’s like you get that place back.