The first time I heard “Ska8er Boy,” I was overwhelmed by the possibilities of an endless youth, stretching indefinitely, in media res, like her voice or like the powerful, uplifting thuds of those ’00s pop drums. It was a story about being cool and then about not being cool enough. At any rate, I remember thinking it was really cool. It was the culmination of an era; of possibility that could bounce from the elevated walls of concrete like the sunlight itself. Avril Lavigne’s soft punky voice, the alluring, dangerous boys that lurked in the background of Harmony Korine’s Kids, or anything from the two-decade plus Tony Hawk era, did it matter how we got here?