Blast From the Past
I wasn't always afraid of roller skating. I remember enjoying birthday parties at the rink where they'd give us glow necklaces and pizza, and later, in high school, going on weekends with my best friend when we didn't have anything else to do. I'd always choose the quads (a term I only recently learned) over the inline skates because I liked the look.
The last time I'd gone skating was a few years ago at a friend's 40th birthday party. I remember having to sign a waiver before I was allowed in. This was new. This was off-putting. They recommended NOT skating if you didn't have health insurance (I was starting a new job and my health insurance hadn't kicked in yet). I wondered if I should even rent skates.
Well of course I did, but I was terrified, and suddenly quite proud of my younger self for being so adventurous. I cautiously made it around the rink within arm's reach of the side, the only thing you can grab onto. I had my eye on the exit after my first lap, but decided to "live a little" and go for another. I made it without falling. I honestly can't remember if I went again.
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