Rollerskating Diva

I had to take my kids to a birthday party recently. Their friend Amanda was turning seven years old and she was having her birthday at a roller rink. "How cute," I thought to myself, "my seventh birthday was at a "Skate Plaza"".

We walked in the door and were greeted by the familiar disco lights flashing across the rink, the sound of "Hey-Mickie-your-so-fine-your-so-fine-you-blow-my-mind - Hey Mickie", and the smell of sweaty feet. The rink employee slapped a wristband onto my arm and something in me snapped, causing me to revert back to my seven year old self. I rushed to the skate rental counter and shoved a couple pairs of skates at my kids, laced up my gross, tan rentals and took off!

Around the rink I went, gaining balance and forgotten skill with each lap. I swerved around other skaters, tapping my own kids on the head saying "look at mama" as they struggled to stay upright and laughing at my husband who was wearing his tennis shoes. I felt as free as a bird until I felt my foot start to cramp up. I managed to skate to the seating area and frantically untied the skates from my throbbing feet. As I did so the seven year old receded and was instantly replaced by my 35 year old self.

However, before it did, Amanda walked by and seven year old Heather shouted "Cool birthday, Amanda!"

My legs feel like Jello and it will take days before my hips feel normal again but I can't wait to use up those free skate passes they handed out at the end of the birthday party!