Skating

When I was a little girl, we had skates that we used on the city streets of Knoxville.  They were the kind of skates you just slid your shoes into and tightened them with a key.  We wore the key on a string around our neck and off we would go.  There was a sidewalk 2 blocks down from us that went for several blocks so that's where we would skate most of the time.


In the winter, though, we didn't like to skate in the cold.  I don't know why, because ice skaters do, but for some reason we didn't.  We lived in a tiny little house but the kitchen was long rather than square.  On cold winter days, Mother would let us skate in the kitchen!   It had a linoleum floor (kids don't even know what linoleum is today!) so it didn't scar.  We would start at one end and skate to the other, then back and forth until we decided we were bored with that activity!


Why did I write about that in my blog?  Mainly because I started thinking about it the other day, and how amazing it was that our Mother, who was very very strict, let us do it!  Even though I knew my Mother was strict and I would never dare cross her, I look back and realize what a blessed childhood I had.  She would also spread a sheet over chairs to make a "tent" for us to play under in the winter when we couldn't go outside as much.  


I wonder how many people can say that they got to skate on their kitchen floor growing up?  I did and I count myself blessed.

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