***written 8 years ago
Part of being a parent involves doing things that you don't necessarily like, but you do it for the good of your child. My little girl is 6, so exponentially this wasn't a life altering decision or event. Okay sit down here it comes. She was invited to a birthday party at Skate World and wanted me to take her. Now I don't know if this is just a local rink or a franchise, either way I will admit I did spend a very, very small part of my youth hanging out there. I remember…
…The psycho, geometric indoor/outdoor carpet used to cover all non-skating areas, assisting all travel on 8 wheels.
…The crazy DJ that used to work at the hippest radio station in the late 70's, but now spends his weekend passes from Bellevue spinning vinyl at an awkward preteen school dance on wheels.
…The oldest, old school skates known to man, one step down from rented bowling shoes, with laces so long you had to wrap them around your ankles twice before tying.
…Slow skating to Def Leppard with that special girl, holding hands under the cheesy black light ambience of adolescent love.
…The creepy older man who arrived in his van with bubble windows, who had the Mr. T starter kit out his half buttoned shirt, showing off his mad skating skills, winking at all the prepubescent girls.
All the things I didn't notice as a child but did notice on Saturday. I hated being there, but I made the most of it for my little girl. It put a smile on her face all day to have her daddy with her at Skate World. It was important to her and I'm glad I went, cause eventually that smile will turn to embarrassment.
So, on the way home I called my mom and apologized for ever dragging her to Skate World.
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