By Audrey-Anna Gamache
“Come on, let’s spin.” She grabs my hands and pulls me into the middle of the skating rink, below the disco ball that sparkles purples, pinks, and blues.
I tell her I don’t know how to skate. The one-size-too-big rental rollerblades have already begun chafing the back of my ankles.
But the girl looks at me with a smile lined with braced teeth. “That’s okay, that’s okay. You’ll learn.” Her hands locked with mine, we gain momentum, spinning round and round until the skating rink blurs, and it’s only us and the disco ball. Forget about the rest of the world.
Nostalgia at its finest, mixed with scents of homecoming dresses and sweaty hands. Smells of days old feet and musty ancient carpet that slows and steadies. A slice of escapism. Love it.
Most of us have had moments like this although the circumstances may differ. Nicely done.
We should all take a spin, a respite .
Love this slice of childhood! Such a fun read!
Well done. A great memory portrayed quite well. Feel like I’m there.