8 × 8 inches
Oil and cold wax on board
Framed in a natural wood floater frame
Saturday nights in junior high were all about Skate-A-Way, our local roller rink. My father or a friend’s father would drive a whole carload of us, and the closer we got, the more excited we became. We couldn’t wait to get inside.
Even at the ticket window outside, we could glimpse the skaters going around and hear the beat of the music. We all had our own skates, so we wasted no time: shoes off, skates on, and out onto the floor.
We kept an eye on the board announcing the next skate. Backwards. All skate. Ladies only. Couples skate always brought butterflies, waiting to see if a boy would ask us to skate. Most of the time, I just skated with my best friend.
But the best part was hanging out in the middle, showing off our twirls.
8 × 8 inches
Oil and cold wax on board
Framed in a natural wood floater frame
Saturday nights in junior high were all about Skate-A-Way, our local roller rink. My father or a friend’s father would drive a whole carload of us, and the closer we got, the more excited we became. We couldn’t wait to get inside.
Even at the ticket window outside, we could glimpse the skaters going around and hear the beat of the music. We all had our own skates, so we wasted no time: shoes off, skates on, and out onto the floor.
We kept an eye on the board announcing the next skate. Backwards. All skate. Ladies only. Couples skate always brought butterflies, waiting to see if a boy would ask us to skate. Most of the time, I just skated with my best friend.
But the best part was hanging out in the middle, showing off our twirls.
