Thanks for bringing us back to the best of the ’80s…roller skates, disco on the “stereo” system, and Love’s Babysoft…. I’ll be smiling all day. Thanks, Mother….
When I stood up after a one-hour meeting this morning, my hips popped and cracked so loudly that my coworker and I had to laugh about it. But I’ll take the creaking bones and sore muscles in exchange for the two hours of roller skating joy I felt yesterday afternoon. Those sounds were just one more reminder that these hips will never be 15 years old again. For that, I am grateful.
Back in middle and high school, roller skating was a thing. It was The Eighties, so we skated in Gloria Vanderbilt jeans with a plastic comb sticking out of the back pocket, sequined leg warmers twinkling in the disco lights. On a Friday night at the Skate Inn, the air hung thick with Aqua Net, Love’s Baby Soft and Polo. I didn’t live close enough to The Big City to get to go skating every weekend–only about 3-4…
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