The search for the roller-skate key was always
a rite of spring at our house. If I was lucky,
it had been carefully placed in my dad’s tool/
hardware cubby-hole. With growing feet,
those expandable roller-skates sure were practical. Many knees were skinned, though,
when the front clasps slipped off and I tumbled
forward. I think that the skating season
probably only lasted for me until I had scabs
on both my knees.