Comments on: And there you are, a shooting star

By: Michelle

Michelle — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 01:48:14 +0000

Ahhhh the memories. I love to roller skate. Saturday my kids picked out a CD at Target. 70s Roller Disco. S A T U R D AY Night! Singing at the top of their lungs. Makes me smile.

By: Chelsea

Chelsea — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 19:58:15 +0000

For those wondering why there aren’t doors on the stalls, it’s to deter both graffiti and minors having, um, relations in the stalls. No lie.

By: Juice

Juice — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:25:14 +0000

If this doesn’t bring back some fuzzy memories. My fourth grade birthday party. Couples skating with the cutest boy in the class. Trading those long handled combs that we would keep in our back pockets. As you can see, I was also fierce in 1980.

By: Shelly

Shelly — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:46:20 +0000

Well, you did have water bottles with that nutritious dinner!

I STILL love to rollerskate/rollerblade. No lie.

By: Deb from Australia

Deb from Australia — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 08:12:41 +0000

Note to self.

NEVER visit a roller skating rink. One of my fundamental requirements is bathroom doors. I’m fussy like that.

Why on earth is there a trend of doorless bathrooms at these rinks??

By: DeLinda

DeLinda — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 05:05:32 +0000

Love your blog, read every day and never comment, but this one had me laughing out loud. I’m glad to know the next generation is learning to enjoy the unique culture of the roller rink! Last time I skated was in college and it took a week to recover from that. Ah, the memories.

By: Kelly

Kelly — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:58:13 +0000

Oh, you take me back. Back to 1974 when the Skating Rink had a wooden floor, and back to 1994 when I was the parent of a 5 and 8 year old and me and another insane mother took the children’s group from church to the skating rink every saturday. I have a permanent indentation in the shin bone of my left leg due to leading the “snake” (train, highwaytohell, whatever) one day and being the last to fall in the domino effect and landing on the wheel of the 9 year old girl who drug me down with her. Be careful! That was my contribution to the mind-numbing run on sentence!

By: Sissy in Texas

Sissy in Texas — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:39:46 +0000

Our church group went every Monday night when I was in high school and I could do all the tricks.

Fast forward twenty years when my 7 year old son wants to have his B-day party at Skateland. I was certain I could still do all the tricks.

Let’s just say, I had to have a cat scan the next day. Pitiful.

By: Kelly @ The Beauty of Sufficient Grace

Kelly @ The Beauty of Sufficient Grace — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:07:55 +0000

Oh…the memories! I loved the roller rink…and I rocked back in the day, with my hot pink satin jacket and my roller skates with flourescent shoe strings…my long hair blowing behind me as I flew gracefully around the rink, shaking it to Cool and the Gang! But, you know…I learned something about roller skating my senior year. Most of my skating days took place in elementary and middle school. Years later, we had our after prom activities at the bowling alley and then the roller rink. Apparently, roller skating is not like riding a bike, because I couldn’t do it at all! I was falling all over and my (now) husband and I were cracking up as we both stumbled along. It was fun, but I was no Olivia that night! Thanks for this memory-inducing post!

By: Kelly @ The Beauty of Sufficient Grace

Kelly @ The Beauty of Sufficient Grace — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:06:45 +0000

Oh…the memories! I loved the roller rink…and I rocked back in the day, with my hot pink satin jacket and my roller skates with flourescent show strings…my long hair blowing behind me as I flew gracefully around the rink! But, you know…I learned something about roller skating my senior year. Most of my skating days took place in elementary and middle school. Years later, we had our after prom activities at the bowling alley and then the roller rink. Apparently, roller skating is not like riding a bike, because I couldn’t do it at all! I was falling all over and my (now) husband and I were cracking up as we both stumbled along. It was fun, but I was no Olivia that night! Thanks for this memory-inducing post!