You know you're a teenage traceur when...
You introduce the concept of 'the muscle up' to your strength training class, and the only other guy who can do one is the skinny super-muscled dude, who looks like he'd be great at parkour.
Someone tells you to grow up and you ask 'Why?'
Your mom yells at you for doing handstands in public, even though she's perfectly with all kinds of vaults. (This one seemed odd when it happened...)
You can show everybody in your school up at bodyweight exercises, but can barely clean 100 pounds.
Your dad threatens to send you to France when you don't stop vaulting over the rail at the Aldi's loading bay, and you're more than fine with the idea.
You do a palm spin in your Biology class, on the teachers spacious, unoccupied desk, but your glasses fly off counter balancing the awesome move. Your cool teacher simply says "Spencer, no!", and some random kid in the class comments "Were you trying to do Parkour, or whatever it's called?"
You get into argument with a guy in your ac. lab class, because he saw a YouTube video that said all Parkour is, is running and jumping, and that it's stupid.
You almost get in trouble for practising basic tic-tacs:
Teacher: "Do you jump off of walls like that at your house?"
Me: *No hesitation* "Yes."
Teacher: *look of shock*
Me: *Before teacher can say anything, and very nicely* "Do you want me stop?"
Teacher: "Yes."
Me: "Okay."
That was that.
