Fun fun!
Admittedly, I was never very good at roller skating (only having done so a few times in my life), so you can imagine what four years off can do to a person’s skating skills. So my mom took me and my brothers skating on Saturday. As soon as I put the skates on I knew it wouldn’t end well, I couldn’t even figure out how to move. And yet, as I edged around the rink, I found my self slowly gaining skill. About two hours after I started, I could make it around the rink without constant aid of the walls, but I was still falling at least once a song. By the time we left, I had been skating in the middle of the rink, still falling, but not quite as frequently. Of course the last time I fell I screwed up my wrist and three hours after that the ER nurse told me it was just sprained, but I had so much fun. Needless to say, I’m in much pain still today, two really bruised knees, a sprained wrist, and achy everything. It is because of this that I have decided to teach my kids to skate as soon as they can talk, so that, when in high school, they will never be shown up by five year olds on skates. And yet, silly me, I can’t wait to go again. ASAP!