My Other Shoes are a Pair of Roller Skates

For my birthday this year, I asked for a pair of roller skates.

I wanted denim blue skates, but had to settle for purple wheels.

Recently, I've been taking my granddaughter and her friends to the local rink.  Rather than just sit on the bench, I started skating too.  I used to love roller skating.  Although I never got very good at it, I can manage to keep my balance, and enjoy gliding around the rink dodging all the kamikaze six year old boys who are  inevitably going the wrong way.

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

The rink gave us free tickets to come back next Sunday.  I plan to treat a couple of my granddaughters to a few hours of skating, and then (who knows) maybe some ice cream after.

Happy Skating,