Yesterday I participated in an extreme sport that rivaled the televised extreme snowboarding down a vertical slope in New Zealand–roller skating at my local skating rink. :O
The Girl and I went with some friends. There was also a large group of daycare kids there who were all just learning. :confused: They were like little body bomb dropping all in front of you and around you. Definitely called for defensive skating. Telltale signs a body bomb is about to drop around you–windmilling arms, the sound of little feet running frantically in skates, a group of them together approaching the turn (someone’s going down and then they’re all going down), a kid with a death grip on an adult. You see or hear any of that and a body bomb’s about to drop–and you just hope it doesn’t take you down. :rolleyes: I did take a direct hit yesterday. A poor little boy went down next to me and his skate rammed into mine. I executed that graceful windmilling move and luckily I didn’t fall and crush the tiny mite. :hehe:
Reminded me that I thought The Girl would never learn to skate. Also reminded me of all the hours I spent skating as a kid. It was fun! 
