Today was my niece Bella’s 8th birthday party and this year she had her party at the roller rink. I was a little nervous for my girls because they are not so steady on their feet.
When we got there, the girls were a little apprehensive about getting their skates on and going out onto the floor. However, as soon as I got my skates on too, they were ready to roll. Ashleigh had been working in school for two months on roller skating, so she was able to remain steady and make it around the floor without needing much assistance. Mollie needed a little more hand and wall holding.
Before we were ready to sing and eat cake, I decided to take one more lap around. As I approached the first turn, a boy came out of nowhere and cut me off. I remained steady and then he cut off my niece Maryssa. From there, it was a typical chain reaction.
Boy cuts off Maryssa, going entirely too fast for his body. Boy falls to the floor. Maryssa tries to avoid boy and trips on his leg. Maryssa goes down. I try to help Maryssa by reaching out at the expense of my own balance. I begin to falter (at this point I know I am doomed). My feet and body do not react as one. I am in the air – feet out in front and my bottom heading to the floor. Boom!
Next thing I know, I am sitting on the hard wood floor with a heavy pain in and on my bottom. With a bruised tailbone, and an even bigger bruised ego, I make my way around the rest of the floor to the exit, listen to the laughter of family members who watched me fall, take off my skates and end this very brief encounter with a childhood past time.
Next time I will leave the rolling,and falling, to the kids!