Mary Robbins  I am on the next block where my neighbor, Mary Robbins, is using a Tiller to work her flower garden. There are tulips planted. She is tending her tulips, and those of our neighbors, the Smiths. I say something to Mary about feeing the tulips. I pick her tulips, or those of the Smiths. Mary gets angry with me. She wants to call the police if I pick any more tulips. I say to her something along the lines of "What's the point in calling the police if you don't feed them (the tulips)?" She threatens to call the police. I sarcastically say to her, "Have a nice day."  I am skateboarding with two other people: one man and one woman. It is nighttime. We go fast, on Oak Avenue. There are no cars on the road. I go through the intersection of Oak Avenue and Main Street. I then turn back through the parking lot at Applebees, pulling myself along by grabbing onto poles and stationary items on Main Street. I go fast. The man with me can really go fast. I end up by the house of a man I used to deliver newspapers to, Mike Cherry. I am over near the railroad tracks then. I go to cross a bridge over the tracks, which isn't there. I crash, and land in some flower bushes, partially crushing them. I run to my neighbors the Dinks' house, going across their alley and down two houses to go through their yard. I end up back in the alley behind my house. I see Mary Robbins. She talks about me paying for a trip around the world.