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I just spent the last fifteen minutes rollerskating around the small part of our driveway that's flat and smooth. I've been going through the house, looking for things to yard sale, and my skates are one thing I don't think I can part with, even though I can't remember the last time I used them. I've asked Keegan multiple times to go to the skating rink with me, but apparently he's not a fan. It's not just a nostalgic thing, although I did love those Friday nights of skating in middle school. I started rollerskating when I was about six years old, in my basement, and I've loved it ever since. My mom was a great rollerskater. I can't even go backwards, but there's just something about it that I love. They're so much better than rollerblades. I really wish that the rinks weren't full of middle schoolers and pot heads.. although I don't know why adults would be there. I guess in my perfect world.. sigh.
Jolie continuously growled at me and ran away while I had my skates on. She hates things on wheels for some reason. The vacuum I can understand, because it's loud, but she also runs away when it's not on, and there are other things she hates that don't make much sense. Like she hated Grace's suitcase with wheels and kept barking at it.. at first we thought she hated Grace. Poor Jo.
Jolie continuously growled at me and ran away while I had my skates on. She hates things on wheels for some reason. The vacuum I can understand, because it's loud, but she also runs away when it's not on, and there are other things she hates that don't make much sense. Like she hated Grace's suitcase with wheels and kept barking at it.. at first we thought she hated Grace. Poor Jo.