This is me after school many years ago, in my roller skates, just loving life. Absolutely having a ball. At that age and height I could whizz around (with my…what is that?! Little plastic golf club?) at home each evening with some pop music playing and have a blast.
So, when recently asked if I would like to don some wheeled boots and scoot off around a raving dance floor for a night out I heartily agreed.
Excitedly I pulled together my loudest, brightest disco outfit.
After a few laps I’d actually had enough skating. I decided I didn’t like it too much. It was nothing like when I was seven! Since 7 I’ve ice skated and roller bladed, which both have a similar and not too complicated stopping mechanism (drag a foot, angled to the side, behind you to slow.)
Roller skates: different.
The stopper is on the front so I just needed to pick up a little bit of speed and everyone knows what would happen to my body if I jam on a front brake. Stupid design.
So, rather gladly I took myself out of the skate zone and grabbed a couple more beers. As I eased into the evening I started to get a little more confident in my boots. Things always go wrong when I get overconfident….