Growing up as a child of the 80's I spent equal time in church AND at the skating rink.
Roller skating was my refuge in a sea of battling parents and chaotic home life.
I can still remember my first time. I stepped out onto that scuffed floor in those perky white skates with the hot pink wheels and matching pom poms. My ankles wobbled as those wheels started spinning and I did a couple of wave moves from arm to arm as I tried to stay upright.
Very quickly I mastered this. I was a different person when I was skating. I could move through the masses with ease. I was the Jimmie Johnson of the local roller skating world.
Many years later I was invited to a friends birthday party, she thought it would be great to go old school and have a skating party. Very nostalgic. We convinced ourselves that skating must be something like riding a bike, once you learned how to do it you never forgot.
Let me clarify. WE HAD NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL WE WERE THINKING? In theory I remembered how to skate. In actuality, not so much. But we were game. We laced up those skates and got up with every intention of getting our butts out on the floor and showing our moves.
Well we showed some moves all right. Unfortunately, the only one I mastered that day was falling. But as I had done many years before I kept getting up and trying again. Eventually I was able to stand up without my feet shooting out from underneath me.
After five hours of trying and failing, trying and failing, trying and finally declaring a truce with the skate devil we packed it in.
Lesson Learned: Roller skating is nothing like riding a bike.
I know....I am brilliant. So share your roller skating story, you know you want to.