To celebrate a certain old woman's birthday, the boys and I went rollerskating. I'm fairly certain it's been 25 years since my last skate outing. I was told it was like riding a bike: you jump on and it all comes back.
For the record, that is not the case. Rollerskating is not a skill you retain.
Still, despite the wobbling, clinging to the wall and occasional spill, we had a great time.
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Cautious Skater Boy |
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Our Own Evel Knievel |
And no, I did not use a "skate mate." Wobbly old women have some pride.
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