classic.

disco night at classic skating.

the old skates + my old fear required me to stay on the outer rinks. my friends pushed and cajoled as we laughed at my pure caution. i was in bliss going at my own pace, and simply content by myself. although as time went on, i got a little lonely. some chose blades and some chose skates. few were going as slow as i was, and many were going speedily backwards or dancing or tricking. i fell several times. but always laughed and kept on skating. i got better as the night went on; i lost some fear.