How we roll...

We used to walk up that crazy hill holding hands all of us girls for the annual roller skating field trip. I fell a lot. I was 7 years old. Each bruise a trophy. There were not enough hours in a day for conquering balance and sweat.

My mom and dad would also take us to the local community center which always smelled of old wood and dust. We always came out of there seeking the chill of the night in the wee hours of the morning.

I have had the pleasure of sharing this experience with my dear Ceci, many times. And now we show Ana on her 2nd time out. That night two girls in crashed into the bed with dreams of floating through time and space with wheels on their feet.