Tonight I took my 7 year old to the local roller skating rink for a school event. She immediately ditched me for her friends so I fastened my roller blades and hit the floor on my own, careful to keep an eye on her as we circled the small rink I wobbled at times, but after a few warm up laps muscle memory took over and I was skating like the lanky, uncoordinated teenager I once was. The overhead lights dimmed as the disco ball and lasers turned on. A Savage Garden song started playing... (1/4)