On the occasion of turning 8, my middle man had one request: that we “do something cool.”
I thought long and I thought hard and then it came to me…. rollerskating.
My boys have never been, but I felt pretty certain that flashing lights, loud music and the entirely new sensation of gliding across a smooth floor would qualify as not just cool, but super cool to my little rocker.
My goodness it brought back so many great memories.
It turns out that the snack bar is still serving up nasty nachos, Sweet Tarts and “Soda Suicide” (all the flavors mixed together).
The Limbo and the Hokey Pokey are still going strong.
The Village People are still singing “YMCA,” Jenny’s number is still 867-5309 and that poor sap is still in love with “Jessie’s Girl.”
There’s still that clump of giggling girls huddled at the dark end of the rink.
There’s still that pack of boys emptying their pockets of change into the pinball machine.
It’s nice to know that there are little pockets in the world where time ceases to exist.
The Blue Yonder boys did just great for their first experience on wheels. They were terribly frustrated at the start. There were tears. As it turns out, rollerskating is a lot harder than it looks. By the end of our time though, they were all going strong and already asking when we can go back.
And y’all? Just so we’re clear? This mama’s still got it! I can still spin around and skate backwards, much to the complete astonishment of my men. I think that if they’d played “Material Girl” or “Girls just Wanna Have Fun” I might have even been able to throw down a few of my old dance moves. Thankfully my boys are net yet horrified by this sort of thing. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time. Until then though, you can find me doing couples skates with the cutest boys at the rink.