Another Hundred

[catelin]

My favorite thing to do as a kid was roller skate. I was five when I got my first pair—metal ones that attached to my shoes. I tightened them with a key that my dad put on an old shoestring for me to wear around my neck. When I got old enough to go to the roller rink, I had a pair of white boot skates. My brother and I would jitterbug to Rockin’ Robin, spinning each other around fast as we could go. I still remember flying and laughing, the air chasing behind us, trying to keep up.

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[mindme.livejournal.com]

And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride

In my day there was no greater roller skatin' song than Manfred Mann's "Blinded by the Light".

[catelin.livejournal.com]

Ha! Yes! That was a great one at my roller rink as well! I never knew what the hell that song was about, but I loved it.

[fayzee.livejournal.com]

The roller skates brought back memories; my first skates were the same type, with the key to keep them on my shoes, and more than once I remember the soles of my shoes coming off because the they were so worn. I also remember a lot of skinned knees from the sidewalks..good old days? Indeed. I never did graduate to shoe roller skates, just ice skates...and I never could jitterbug...darn!

That's the Kind I Had, Too

[pandemo.livejournal.com]

When I lived in Park Forest, Illinois, it was a planned community, and we could skate a mile and a half without crossing a road. I used to tow the red coaster wagon to the library, full of books, and exchange them for another load. (Good weather only... Gotta protect those vital things in your life...)

[catelin.livejournal.com]

I've only ice skated once, but I imagine I'm going to try it again once I move up to the northeast. Maybe I'll learn with my kids! : )

[nandan.livejournal.com]

lovely.

[salz.livejournal.com]

i never learned to roller skate. my dad took me to a few lessons (one of their many attempts to get their solitary, distracted son to "join the world") and i just couldn't handle it.

i still regret not learning, though, because it seems so fun. but i have my bike, and i love my bike, and that's just as good if you ask me. riding a bike through the center of west chester at 3 a.m., smelling honeysuckle and passing in and out of the wan pools of light left by windows and streetlamps... sometimes i think that's the closest i'll ever get to becoming transparent to myself.

[catelin.livejournal.com]

I think a bike would give you the same feeling...it's the movement through the air that I loved, very similar on a bike. Reading this makes me want to get a bicycle now!