Yesterday Austin was invited to a birthday party at a roller skate center. I didn't know kids still skated, let alone had parties at skate centers, but we were all very excited. He was of course hesitant and scared at first, and made Daddy get a pair of skates so he could help him. Brian is a self proclaimed 'master' on roller skates, but quickly found out that the no-fear, flexibility, and agility he had at 10 years old no longer applies to his 40 year old self. (He blames it on the music, he claims he can't skate to anything but disco). Anyway, Austin quickly got the hang of things and left his daddy behind to skate with his friends, and within an hour he was no longer holding on to the side wall, but was out in the middle of the floor with all of the other kids. He fell down a lot, but would not be discouraged. He has asked 100 times since yesterday when can we go back.
Being there brought back a lot of memories for me. I used to love to go skating. I could skate backwards, do fun little turns, and played all of the games such as limbo and shoot the duck. I was awesome. I owned that skate floor. Yesterday I could almost feel the skates on my feet, and just knew how easy it would be. I could almost feel the wind whipping through my hair, the speed and feeling of flying. So I rented a pair for myself, mostly to show up Brian (he strongly discouraged me to do so, knowing the day would end in an emergency room with a broken ankle). But I couldn't wait to get out there.
I did not own the floor yesterday. It didn't all come back to me the way I knew it would. I never got going fast enough to feel any wind whipping through my hair and that feeling of flying was replaced with a feeling of terror. I am proud to say I did not fall down, but I was getting passed up by 5 year olds at birthday parties who had never been on skates before. I was the oldest one out there, (besides Brian of course) and after two or three times around my legs were burning and I had a blister forming. I had forgotten about that part. It is true what they say, you can never go back. I quickly got off the floor to stand with the other parents and watched Austin for the rest of the day.
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LOL :) That is so hysterical! I can totally picture you guys out there. I just asked Jason if he ever skated, and he said, "Noooo!", and that he tried, stayed on the side and quit! We used to go to the YMCA every Sat. for skating, but I was never any good. I still liked to go. Having birthday parties in Sheridan at Scotty's Skate Castle was a huge thing too. I went to many, but always clung to the wall, because it was so much bigger than the Y. Cool music though : )! Love you guys!
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