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Roller Skating – a Metaphor for Life

I used to roller skate. What child of the 70s and 80s doesn’t know how? Actually, I was surprised to find there are quite a few people my age who’ve never been roller skating. How did they miss out on this while growing up? Didn’t their school have a “Skate Night?” Didn’t they skate while listening to tunes on their walkman? I know I did.So, I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. Maybe it’s because there’s a lot of bad things happening in the world right now that I think things seemed simpler then. Maybe it’s because I just finished writing The Hearts of Haines series, which is set in the 1970s. Whatever the case may be, I coaxed my husband into going roller skating with me because I was itching to try my hand at it again. That’s right, we roller skated. And you know what? We had the time of our lives. (Yeah, I know, cheesy pun).

We didn’t stop there. It was going to be a one-time occurrence. A quick trip down memory lane. But since we had so much fun, we decided to go again. And again. And again. And now I own a pretty cool pair of skates – much cooler than the hand me down pair I had back in the 80s. No, these kicks have pink wheels and pink laces and are super comfy. I’m tempted to roll around everywhere.

First of all, when I tell people that I go roller skating, their usual reaction is either disbelief or laughter. I guess because, well, I’m no spring chicken (I am at heart, though. Doesn’t that count for something?) Who cares what they think. I’m having fun.

Roller Skating is a metaphor for life. You fall, you get back up again. You fall again, you get up and keep on skating. Recently, we were skating and there was this little boy who could barely stand on his wheels and fell about every few minutes. But you know what? That kid kept on skating. He never gave up, and when it was time for the rink to announce “Race time,” that little boy participated. He didn’t win, and he fell, but he tried. He kept on trying. That was a beautiful thing to witness: seeing someone put their heart and soul into something and keep on trucking even though there’s a mountain to climb. When you fall, you get back up. You never give up.