Dazz band let it whip roller skating early 80s

#Dazz band let it whip roller skating early 80s movie

Reblogged this on Paltry Meanderings of a Taller Than Average Woman and commented:ДЇor those of you who donвЂ™t delve deeply into the Comments section of each and every post I write, it may come as a surprise that I am MOVING. *Thanks to Susan Klosterman Francke, Laura Badorek Hasler, Tiffany Calvert Diehl, and Michelle Clasby Depoy for their contributions to this playlist! Waiting for a Girl Like You вЂ“ Foreigner.Still roller dancing, even if we're by ourselves in a corner. IвЂ™m not sure where heвЂ™ll find his place to grow, safe from my prying eyes and all of the scary things in the world. All I see are schedules and seminars, too many meaningless distractions, and not enough time. Sure, thereвЂ™s a roller rink in town, but nobody goes. When I look at the canvas of TaylorвЂ™s pending middle school life, I canвЂ™t find Skate World or anything close to its equivalent in his line of sight. Now that my skates are packed away in MomвЂ™s and DadвЂ™s creepy basement, and my son, Taylor, begs to play Call of Duty instead of seeking out the boys next door, I realize what we had. Every Friday night, my friends and I learned from each other while we taught our own lessons at the same time. Make the wrong move and youвЂ™ll end up flat on your face, but work hard enough and youвЂ™ll have the chance to fly. Where? I wasnвЂ™t sure, but I didnвЂ™t really care because the beauty was in the journey itself.Д®ven though we eventually outgrew our skates, we never left the lessons we learned behind. We were allowed to roll toward preteendom under a cloak of innocence, drifting away from Mom and Dad with some bruises and falls, but nothing you could really call broken. The only hazards at Skate World were the threat of too much craziness during the Need for Speed contest, a huge face-plant because some stupid 7 th grader dropped his gum, or sweaty palms in the middle of a backwards couples skate to JourneyвЂ™s Open Arms. IвЂ™ve heard about the temptations middle school offers today, and to be honest, IвЂ™m more than a little scared for my kids. There was no danger of drugs or alcohol, and barely even a cigarette back then. It was our chance to talk, laugh, roller dance, and venture out into life in a safe place, without anyone who cared about good posture or whether or not weвЂ™d written our science fair hypothesis looking over our shoulders.

Like, all night long and right into adolescence.Д®very Friday night, me and a few hundred of my peers propped ourselves against the shag carpet-walls, laced up, and hit the floor. With feathered bangs shellacked to my head and a plastic comb sticking out of the back pocket of my Jordache jeans, I was ready to roll. The line to get into Skate World, that is. I was always a little early so I could get the best cubby to store my stuff, and save a place for my friends at the front of the line. For me, it was beyond a big deal to be dropped off by my parents (but not where anyone could actually see me being dropped off by my parents), skates dangling from my shoulder, with a $5.00 bill in-hand.

#Dazz band let it whip roller skating early 80s movie

Back then, вЂњfriendshipвЂќ had a clear definition, and was something much more organic and real.Д«y 8 th grade, I was a little person on the edge of a big world, and my growing independence meant I was more than ready to wean myself from drive-in movie night with Mom and Dad. Not in a six degrees of Facebook, вЂњOMG! We went to the same driverвЂ™s ed school but graduated six years apart and never even crossed paths (literally! ha ha ha!) but somehow share 62 connections, so will you be my friend or at least like my macramГ© page?вЂќ kind of way. Image from FlickrДЄs the venues got bigger, my friendships grew.