There’s many thoughts of what happens to you when you die. Some think, “I’m dead – I’m buried – I’m in the ground.” End of story. I’d like to think you go back to some of the most happy times in your life.
That for me – would be the local Roller Rink. Many a weekend from the 5th grade on, that’s where you’d find me. I lived for skating. I saved my paper route money so I could by my first pair of skates which came from Sears. More money to replace the wheels – White lightnings.
Then, after much savings & what seemed like a very long layaway plan, my first pair of speed skates. Riedell Boots – Century Plates & Black Labeta Wheels. Never was a girl more proud…or broke! $200 was a lot back in 1980.
Reverse skate, shooting the duck, speed races, couples only – yes, those were glorious time.
Yes, I’d like to think I get to spend a couple of decades there before I move on to what’s next…
…especially if I gotta come back here 😉