We went rollerskating a couple months ago for Riley's friend, Olivia's, birthday. This had been Riley's first time EVER on skates and being the mom that I am, I decided to sport my 10-year-old rollerblades. Nevermind the fact that the rollerblades were covered in spiderwebs, rusting at the screws and had survived 3 moves with us across the country -- those bad boys were going to be worn and I was going to show the world what a pro I was on rollerblades! Right....
So, we get Riley in her skates and it was truly, the funniest thing I had ever seen. She couldn't stand up and when she did, her arms and legs were flailing all over the place. She must've fallen dozens of times. And there I was, barely standing in my rollerblades (because I had forgotten how to do it) trying to hold her AND another friend up, in the middle of a rink. I don't think I have ever worked out as hard as I did that day. Riley decided to give up about 20 minutes into it and we took her skates off, took mine off and we watched everyone skate around. Being the determined child she is, she decided she wanted to put those skates back on and skate around on the carpet the rest of the afternoon. She eventually got the hang of it, but never got back in the rink... and now, she wants me to get her a pair of skates, "slower skates" she says. Uh-huh.
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