A South Side kid straps on skates, hugs the wall, and discovers that falling down at Arts Roller Rink in Harvey, Illinois is its own kind of growing up.
Oh! The roller rinks of yore!!! Unforgettable birthday hauling twelve ten year olds in my mother's convertible Olds in Cincy. The days when we moved our bodies because it was full of joy, not because we had to balance the time at a desk with a workout. Do kids of today have that sense of moving out of joy? Or is everything scheduled?
It’s funny, I was thinking about this post because my current school is having a rollerskating day this Sunday. Yet, we are headed out with all of the families who will be in attendance. No kids by themselves. I suspect there will be unbridled Joy this weekend. That is, unbridled Joy in an already joyful school.
Oh! The roller rinks of yore!!! Unforgettable birthday hauling twelve ten year olds in my mother's convertible Olds in Cincy. The days when we moved our bodies because it was full of joy, not because we had to balance the time at a desk with a workout. Do kids of today have that sense of moving out of joy? Or is everything scheduled?
It’s funny, I was thinking about this post because my current school is having a rollerskating day this Sunday. Yet, we are headed out with all of the families who will be in attendance. No kids by themselves. I suspect there will be unbridled Joy this weekend. That is, unbridled Joy in an already joyful school.