Ooops

Sissy also tagged me with the childhood meme. I thought I had seen my name twice, but in my sleep deprived state, I was hallucinating about being in bed.

I have been thinking about all of the things I miss about being a child.

I think I must have been about 10 when the roller rink was THE place to be. I had my own pair of tennis shoe skates, blue jeans with a skate embroidered on the back pocket. The perfect pocket for my extra large orange comb. The perfume of the day was "love's baby soft", or Avon's "sweet honesty", and if you were lucky your older sister had "blue jean", and you would sneak a spray or two. I also had a huge Bonnie bell lip gloss-watermelon, that came on a rope, all of the girls wore them around their necks. If your hair was long, you would take a brett or comb and put one side up.

The drink of the day "suicide". Does anyone remember this ridiculous concoction? All of the fountain pops, even the rootbeer squirted into the same Styrofoam cup.
I wonder what would happen if I ordered one of those now, would anyone know what I was talking about?

It would have been around 1980 and the songs I remember skating to are Emotional Rescue by The Rolling Stones, Another One Bites the Dust by Queen, All Over the World by ELO, and I'm alright by Kenny Loggins...To name a few.

I never was asked by a boy to skate...Gawky girl. So never got to "couple skate". I did manage to win almost every limbo contest. The prize, something from the snack bar. "I would like a suicide".