We started going to the roller skating rink on Friday nights. Mom and dad would drop us off and then come pick us up later. We were about 8, 12 and 16 years old at this time. I of course was the middle one, 12! When they would have a couples only song, Kathy just about always was asked by a boy to skate. She had grown into a lovely young lady, and I was ugly and chunky! I thought and felt I was anyway. Nobody ever asked me to skate with them.
Overall though, couples skate aside, I loved to go to the rink. I loved to skate and was fairly good at it. Mom had bought some material and made Kathy a skating skirt. There was enough material left over that mom was able to make me one also. Kathy didn't particularly like this, me having a matching skirt. We had received our own white shoe skates for Christmas and we had fur pom-poms on them. We were pretty cool alright.
Oh, I did eventually slim back down and was cute again. It took long enough---at least two years!!!
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Puberty is such an awkward age. I'm sure you were never ugly and fat, but try telling that to you when you were twelve! I love roller skating. They have a rink here and we usually get to go a couple times a year... and yes, I skate too! My kids actually like me to (Sarah and Hannah).
ReplyDeletefly in my ointment is an old expression. Yes, I knew all along that I was valued and loved. I was also very frustrated.
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