We all prepare ourselves for the inevitable moment when we realize that we have turned into our parents, but I was thrown for a loop when I realized that my son is turning into me. I will admit that I have passed on some less than admirable qualities to my son. We both tend to be a tad stubborn and have more anxiety than is healthy for us. I also like to think there are a decent number of good qualities that fell from the old tree, he certainly has my sense of humor. My husband looks concerned as our son prepares an elaborate stage, complete with mood lighting and “strobe lights” (this would be from the view master projector) for a dance and vocal performance in the bonus room. He also gives me the, “this is so from your side of the family” look as we are instructed to don our costumes for the performance. I knew I listened to a lot of music as a kid, but I had forgotten just how obsessed I was until I was driving home last night and the Aerosmith song, “Angel” came on the radio.
The memory of being in bed, tuned to 92 Pro FM on my walkman and listening to TNT (the top nine tonight) was so vivid. When I listened to my music, I imagined some pretty unlikely scenarios. For instance, when “Angel” played I was in the finals of a roller skating competition. Now, most people would have imagined ice skating or dancing, but I felt that there was a whole world of competative roller-figure skating waiting for me.
I loved to roller skate, the kind of skates with the big clunky “brake” on the front of the foot that I never quite figured out how to use. If you leaned forward to depress this rubber stopper, you would fall on your face, if you dragged it behind you, you tripped yourself. The only way I knew how to stop was to gracefully crash into a wall. I say gracefully because at this time I was still in middle school and I was boy-crazy. I felt that the faster I skated, the more attractive I was to the opposite sex. I am not sure of the logic here, but I DID insist on wearing a jean skirt when I roller skated. Hot stuff. I hadn’t yet had the high-school realization that I was just not a guy-magnet and that high school boys would never appreciate my wit and humor.
So in my head, I had this elaborate roller skating routine to the Aerosmith ballad and as I am driving, I replay the exact routine in my head. I actually laughed out loud when I thought of how ridiculous this was, but then the “baby, baby, bay-yay, bay” part came on and I completed three conesecutive singles and ended in a spin. Is that even possible on a roller-skate? I looked glorious.
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