The excitement grows as we approach the rinks’ entrance
Once inside, we try to contain ourselves, but we CAN’T!
Instant smiles, instant joy, we race to get our skates
“Here’s your wristband”; “Regular, or in-line?”; “What size do you take?”
The décor is so bright and groovy; the walls are painted in colorful carpet
As we walk we scan those walls with our hands, risking rug burn- and we like it!
Sparkly disco balls hang in the rink softly darkened
Spinning in slow circles, while to eighties music our ears hearken
Laser beams of fluorescent green are shot randomly from the low ceiling
And there is the alluring smell of nachos and pizza continually cooking
We receive our skates and lace them up; now we are ready to roll
Then we enter that smooth wood surface hoping not to fall!
We take that first glide, one foot in front of the other, starting slowly
A little rusty at first, but it’s like riding a bike; we quickly gain confident speed
People are zooming by, crashing into each other, and often brake by slamming into the walls
And sometimes when some speed demon passes, it’s hard not to fall
Contact with the ground isn’t friendly on the rump, but we get up and start again quickly
Acting as if nothing happened, pridefully hoping in vain that no one has seen
We skate free, rounding lap after lap, it’s like we’re flying we pretend
And we love the feeling of speed, and on our face, constant wind
Many people surround us, yet we skate as superstars in our own movie
Waving to our friends and family in the audience as if we were something to see
Races are held to determine superiority in the category of fastest skater
There are winners and losers, good sports and haters
We do the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance- can you believe it?!
Everyone looks silly. A break from formality… what a gift!
Time ticks away, and we start to get hungry and tired
We get some pizza and a drink, and we rest for a while
Then it’s time to take those skates off and give them back
A little sad, but mostly we remember the fun we’ve just had!
We can’t wait to come back and do it all over again
Next time maybe that race we’ll win!
We’ll hold onto the lights, smells, and sounds within our memories
Until once again we return… to the skating rink!
March 30, 2012 – Written as a revisiting adult with my nieces… after a very long hiatus!