Return to the Rink

I can skate. Before I could skate with Mom holding me up and pushing me along which by the way takes a great deal of patience and physical stamina. But when we were in the snack bar, when I was trying to get from my french fries to the air hockey table and back to a corn dog, suddenly, there I was, skating back and forth, all on my own. Incentives. And we get in free to the roller rink in the southeast because it turns out the girl in charge went to elementary, middle and high school with my mom. It's another facebook miracle!