tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post4780387327356235029..comments2024-03-27T00:13:08.898-07:00Comments on A season and a time: Six Sentence Story - KeyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-20482474689534462992017-04-17T19:44:53.051-07:002017-04-17T19:44:53.051-07:00I agree that the only helmets I ever saw back then...I agree that the only helmets I ever saw back then were the ones the football players wore! We were "tougher" in the old days. Well maybe not so much, since we have scars to prove it.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-14676866773107300132017-04-17T19:40:58.615-07:002017-04-17T19:40:58.615-07:00You have described that sound very well. Clumping...You have described that sound very well. Clumping it was. I managed not to get scars on my knees. I seemed to lead with my chin. :-)Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-24799647282719775702017-04-17T03:46:31.020-07:002017-04-17T03:46:31.020-07:00I had skates like that! My parents hated them, som...I had skates like that! My parents hated them, something about destroying the soles of the good shoes I would invariable wear when skating (stiffer sole, more control). And the key and the the length adjustment (on the underside if the all metal skate.)<br />My skating phase did not last long, and I never got to the very cool level of laced-up, wooden-wheeled skates (there were not rinks in our area).<br />And...not a helmet in sight. There simply were no such things...unless I wanted to find a football helmet. Times, they do change!Clark Farleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03606902779389446947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-88307165910422911322017-04-17T03:32:12.208-07:002017-04-17T03:32:12.208-07:00Oh, that skate key. I wore it around my neck on a...Oh, that skate key. I wore it around my neck on a string as I rolled around our apartment complex on the skates that were attached to my shoes. And yes, I have scars on my knees, still. I can hear the metal wheels clomping as we tried to walk over bumpy terrain with our skates on. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-88813373354224240262017-04-16T21:43:04.804-07:002017-04-16T21:43:04.804-07:00When I was in the 5th grade and headed out to rece...When I was in the 5th grade and headed out to recess, some 8th grade boys were running behind some of us as they were heading towards the baseball field. One of the boys zigged instead of zagging and I ended up flat on the gravel pathway with my chin taking the brunt of the force. More stitches were required in the very same place as my skating injury.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-64525832455808224512017-04-16T21:36:15.511-07:002017-04-16T21:36:15.511-07:00Oh, another roller skating scar holder! It is ama...Oh, another roller skating scar holder! It is amazing how long scars can last!Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-78063653522541563282017-04-16T21:33:41.859-07:002017-04-16T21:33:41.859-07:00We only had one skating rink in the town where I g...We only had one skating rink in the town where I grew up. A few years after I was married, another rink was built.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-25413402376131502942017-04-16T21:20:32.182-07:002017-04-16T21:20:32.182-07:00It is kind of strange how there seems to be some t...It is kind of strange how there seems to be some things one easily learns to do and other things that just don't come naturally, or even with tons of trying attempts the skill lays completely dormant. The hula hoop was one of those things I never did get the hang of, no matter how much I tried.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-49304200553769212632017-04-16T21:15:54.562-07:002017-04-16T21:15:54.562-07:00There was a roller skating rink in my town when I ...There was a roller skating rink in my town when I was growing up. I don't remember going there maybe more than once. I'm sure I would end up in a cast now if I tried to roller skate. No question about it. Sometimes people are motivated by someone telling them they can't do something. Sometimes parents also use that method of reverse psychology with a child who doesn't want to try something that they are really capable of doing.Pat Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00760779673175109204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-42841198126661161482017-04-16T19:06:06.021-07:002017-04-16T19:06:06.021-07:00I'm really curious about the further story--th...I'm really curious about the further story--the 2nd wound in the same place, "not of her own doing"...R L Cadillachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12135086993553135905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-89828470498255008792017-04-15T19:38:38.696-07:002017-04-15T19:38:38.696-07:00I had those skates too, and wore the key on a stri...I had those skates too, and wore the key on a string around my neck. We'd go "skiing" by holding on to the sissy bar of a bike, pulling us along. I still have a scar on my knee, decades later. Thanks for the happy memory. :-)Deborah Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13437812947833118376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-3604845378012072672017-04-15T08:36:55.556-07:002017-04-15T08:36:55.556-07:00I had the metal skates growing UP, and we had a gr...I had the metal skates growing UP, and we had a great regular skating rink in our town. Lots of fun lots of memories Paul Bradshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16999577018556504753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-81672028452535873492017-04-14T14:13:11.717-07:002017-04-14T14:13:11.717-07:00I remember roller skating parties when I was in el...I remember roller skating parties when I was in elementary school - they were such a big deal. I never did quite get the hang of roller skates or, subsequently, roller blades. But it was definitely a fun memory! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361077859023918156.post-49046703841861979452017-04-14T09:29:05.446-07:002017-04-14T09:29:05.446-07:00I remember those old metal rollerskates that clamp...I remember those old metal rollerskates that clamped on your shoes, and you have to have the special key to tighten them so they'd stay on. They used to let skate once a week on the floor of our National Guard Armory auditorium. Nowdays I'd be afraid to try that, I suspect there would likely be a need for casts instead of stitches! :-) I think one of the biggest key motivators in my life was people telling me I couldn't do something, I wanted to prove that I could! Josie Two Shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18388032819905416258noreply@blogger.com