Roller skating is like life.
When I was about 10 years old or so I fell in love with roller skating so much so that one year, my parents gifted me with my very own pair of quads. They were white with bright royal blue wheels and blue stripes down the side of each skate boot. The laces matched the wheels. They were my new prized possession. I proudly skated round and round my Dad’s garage blaring my favorite music (an ABBA 8-track tape was in my top five). In fact, I still own those skates. My daughter wore them during the roller skating unit in elementary school gym class. Roller skating is one of my fondest childhood memories, even still.
To my surprised delight, my husband whisked us off to the local roller rink a few weekends ago. It was my first roller skating adventure in about five years and I felt 10 again. I laced up those skates and glided out onto the rink.