This year I bought a pair of roller skates with my mom. They were a beautiful shade of arctic blue, with fabric resembling that of velvet. My mom and I vowed that we would begin roller skating in the summer at a local roller skating rink. We tried on our roller skates beforehand and watched a few tutorials. There was so much advice online about how you should do this, and how should you do that. I found it quickly overwhelmed me with loads of information, but that is just how starting new things work. You just have to start.
The local rink was open on Thursday afternoons, entering the building we expected at least twenty or so people to be there. But there was no one. It was quite comical, we had been anticipating seeing an expert or anyone at all. The clacking of our steps cut through the silence like a knife. Once we sat down on a bleacher near the entrance to the rink I began to rack my mind of all the advice from those tutorials.
I started by tying my laces. This part although simple was very important. If I tied my laces too tight it would have felt like my foot was about to pop from the pressure. If my laces were too loose my ankle would have no support increasing the chances of self-injury. I crossed over one side of the laces, hooked on to its opposite side, tightened and repeated until the top where I tied it off with a bow, just as the tutorial had said. I remembered to look forward, not down. Keeping my back and shoulders straight, bending my knees and not flailing my arms around. To move forward I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. After stumbling around for a few minutes, I finally got the hang of it. It was a process of trial and error. I fell, I crashed into the sides of the railings, and I stumbled over my skates, but that was okay. I just needed to remember to get back up.