Spring 2004. I'm 7 years old, the weather is getting nicer and nicer and I'm seeing all the older kids on rollerskates. I had finally gotten the hang of actually moving forward on ice skates some months earlier, saw all the older kids having fun on their skates and thought that damn, it's time I get on wheels. So, my dad dug out an ancient pair of quad skates for me and off I went.
Granted, by that point inline skates were the mainstream and quad skates horribly outdated, but I was having enough fun to not care so much; I'd sometimes skate to school, and over the summer I started feeling fairly confident.
Granted, by that point inline skates were the mainstream and quad skates horribly outdated, but I was having enough fun to not care so much; I'd sometimes skate to school, and over the summer I started feeling fairly confident.
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| One grumpy kid sitting on the roof of her dad's ancient van. |
