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Thursday, September 18, 2008

I Got a Brand New Pair of Roller Skates...

One of MamaKat's Writer's Workshop prompts for this week was to tell about a childhood birthday...

When I turned 7, I got a pair of roller skates. Not the kind you wear at the skating rink, with the boots attached... no, these were the outside, shiny metal kind that fit over your sneakers and locked with a key... you remember the old song, right? The annoying one that gets stuck in your head... "I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key"... yeah, that one. Anyway, they were way cool and I loved them.

We lived in the city and the sidewalks were very uneven and hard to skate on, but there was a fire station around the corner from our house and they had newly poured concrete drive, perfect for skating. So I headed around there with my friends and skated my heart out for while, with the kindly firemen looking on and catching us before we hit the ground (remember, this was before kids skated with helmets and knee/elbow pads). Then I got the bright idea to skate up the hill next to the firehouse and roll back down. Sounds like fun, right? Well, when I got up there, I realized I'd be skating straight into traffic and there was no way to stop on those skates, really... you pretty much had to run yourself into a stationary object, or fall down (neither of which was appealing). So I sat down to remove my skates. I got one off and then started to work on the other buckle... while the first skate rolled down the hill... straight off the curb... and into the sewer drain.

Those firemen, bless their hearts, worked for the better part of an hour, trying to fish it out. But alas, my shiny silver birthday skate was lost forever. I was sad. And I had to wait a whole year before I could skate with wheels on both feet again.

The moral of this story? Don't skate up hills unless you have thoroughly planned your safe descent. And only take your skates off on level ground and NEVER near a sewer drain. Good advice, don't you think?

5 comments:

Los said...

What a sad story!!!! I was fully expecting the firemen to come to the rescue and save the skate!

You know, you could've tried skating on one leg for a year ...

Diane said...

Oh, I did skate on one foot for that year (because we had to learn to make do, as opposed to kids today, who would simply chuck that leftover skate)... and then, for my 8th birthday, I got a new pair of outside skates with the boots attached... cool.

Zen Ventures said...

oh poor you. I'm sure you cherished that skate even after all these years. Like an unrequited love that never will ever happen - not that's my sad story! :) anyway, just hopping by from Weith's. Glad to be here.

Maricris

Jo-Jo said...

I remember when I got my pair of skates! They were building a new church below me and had poured the concrete floor. I went down their all the time! Dang on people had to finish building it and there went my very own rink!

Protege said...

Roller Skates did not existed where I grew up. I remember having the same sorts of "clip on" ice- skates. Weird looking things. I wish I would have lost one of those though, as I remember badly wanting those beautiful, "normal" white skates that all the other girls had.;)