While watching the Olympic ice skating competition, the beloved husband was awed. He said, “I thought I was something when I learned to skate backwards.” Of course, my response was, “I spent most of my very short ice skating career sliding on my butt.”
I can fall on dry flat pavement. How they do all those graceful moves with a skinny metal blade on slippery ice baffles me.
When I was young, roller skating was big in my area. Yep, I was a roller skater. I went with my school friends every weekend to the rink. We were 12. We thought we were a very grown up 12. We weren’t.
Most of the skaters were kids from 10 to maybe 16 or so but there was this one guy. He was out of school (hopefully by graduating) and that made him extra cool. He wore his hair long especially for that time and he skated….oh how he skated.
My “very grown up” friends and I used to try to skate around him to get noticed. He would skate with different girls for the couples skating but they were the “older” girls.
They even had boobs. Life was just not fair at least that’s what we thought at the time.
When you are working to get noticed, you tend to show off. I didn’t have any skating skills worth “showing off.” That didn’t stop me.
My favorite (and only) way of stopping was to skate into a wall. Oh so not cool. I was elated when I learned how to stop with my skates. Off the wall excited. Now for sure he would notice.
He never did. I learned how to skate backwards. He never noticed.
I even grew boobs (you could do that quickly with tissues). He still never noticed.
The great thing about my group of friends is that we were all the same so he didn’t notice any of them either.
I was glad when that stage was over but I still like to watch a good roller derby every once in a while. Reminds me of that hot guy at the rink.
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