March 16, 2009 @ 2:06 am by sean
I went to a roller rink with Riverwoods Friday night. It was incredible! I honestly didn’t even know they still existed. And not only existed, but people go to them. And not even just people, but teenagers. Not too many people know this about me, – actually, you’d be in a bad spot if your life depended finding anyone besides my immediate family – but I used to excel at rollerskating. I still remember getting them – I had grown out of my old skates in fourth grade so it was time to get knew ones. I picked out the sweet ones with the low-top boot and the fat green wheels, yea, speed skates (just 15 years older than those), the fourth grade equivalent to floatin’ on 24’s. I didn’t think I’d get them since they were more expensive, but we were in the skateshop at The Rink and my dad told the sales guy which ones I wanted, and I was struck with fear. There was danger in the potential speed. But I couldn’t go back on it now. And thank God I didn’t. I was transformed into a blazing ball of fire around the rink. Previously I’d not dare enter a race for my age group, but upon my first race I dominated them all. I only lost to the kid whose parents owned the place. I was a rocket. School skate parties were my time to shine. Katie Brewer and I’d go around pinching each others butts. Mark Salisbury was pretty slow, so when I’d lap him we’d do this lame double point thing I’m still to embarassed to embelish anymore on. The quiet Sean from class was suddenly in his element, I was a natural, and only when Jerod Bertozzi got his inline speed skates could anyone keep up with me. But by the time I grew out of these, fifth grade was over, and so was family skate night for my family, and I’d never skated again since. We went to the Silverdome a few times, but it was with roller blades and never the same.
Friday night was my first time on skates again. I was a little shaky at first, but I got it back pretty quickly. It felt so good to be flying around that little oval, dodging between people. There’s just something about black people on skates (or ninjas on roller skates), no one looks cooler, or more natural. Roll Bounce would not have worked with white kids. And I’m jealous. I want to skate again. Skate nights at The Rink are great memories. I doubt I have any friends who’d do that now. But I’m going to find out.