Ane Speaks – her mother is old

Ane had yet another birthday party to go to on Sunday afternoon for yet another classmate.  This one was at the Lynnwood Roll-A-Way, the roller skating rink.  She’s been to other birthday parties there in the past, so as soon as we pulled into the parking lot, her memory clicked.  “Oh, I remember this place!” she exclaimed… after I had been telling her about past parties at this same rink.

The roller skating rink is one of those places that has been frozen in time.  I grew up learning to roller skate with my Camp Fire Girls group at this very place, and whenever I’ve gone in as an adult, it seems that nothing has changed.  Even the carpet is the same.  I don’t know if this is intentional or not, because you’d think things would have worn out and would need replacing by now.

As I was helping Ane lace up her skates (very awkwardly – crouching down to lace skates is not as easy right now as it used to be), I said, “I grew up learning to roller skate at this rink, and nothing has changed around here.”

My daughter pointed at the battered pair of brown skates that I was lacing up.  “Did they have those same old skates back then, too?”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her “yes.”  And they were battered then, too.

I think I’m just getting old.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 12th, 2012 at 2:56 am and is filed under Children, Memory Lane, Party Time.
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