|I wanted denim blue skates, but had to settle for purple wheels.|
I've never had my own skates. (except for the ones that attached to your shoes, and sized with a key. I remember the vibration of those early skates on the pavement. You had to watch out for the cracks in the sidewalk or you would end up on the concrete.) Being a bit older now, I became uncomfortably aware of how many other sweaty feet have occupied the rental skates before mine, and decided it was time for a pair of my own.
Sunday after church, I asked my husband if he would accompany me to the rink so that I could try out my new skates. He tried roller skating a few years back, and didn't like it. But he agreed to come and watch, and even gallantly tied my skates for me (so sweet).
|I'm the one in the purple sweater|