[ Intended for use in the "Stripes" theme/challenge, but I've apparently missed the cut-off date ]

I have been happily lugging these used skateboard decks of mine from residence to residence.

They date from 1998 to 2003, a time when I lived in Boston.

Their scars act as mysterious passport stamps from the Boston area's streets, skateparks, and backyard ramps.

In time, I will make a piece of furniture from them that I will hang onto until I die.