It must be a recessive gene. All my family are pretty sporty, balanced and coordinated types and I am, well, capable of tripping over my own feet when walking from the bed to the bathroom. Thus I said I would happily bring the camera to an afternoon at the skate rink but my shoes would not be replaced by skates. "Come on. Where's your try-anything spirit," my sister Lisa texted back. My Try-anything spirit is largely reserved for adventure sports where the aim is to fall. I've done parachuting, bungee jumping, abseiling and bridge swings. Let's face it. I need sports where gravity works with you. It has been 35 years since I've had a go at skating and I've no plans to change that any time soon. And speaking of not changing, as far as I can see the Stafford Skate Centre hasn't changed a whole lot in that time. I'm pretty sure the music is even the same and the games certainly are - this is why my sister is one her back looking like a cockroach, at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
|This one isn't one of ours but she was so good|