Life lessons from roller skating camp

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Stacey Hatton Commentary The Kansas City Star - April 7, 2012 In the late 70s, when my school-aged friends and I began making appearances at our local skating rink, we were wide-eyed innocent girls: dressed in Mork and Mindy t-shirts, silky pastel shorts and striped up-to-the-knee tube socks. Visions of coolness. The lights were low and magical colors drifted in and out. The music was loud, suggestive and enticing. And this was what we experienced in our goofy heads before even entering the doors of the rink. I don’t think I put on a pair of roller skates until I was 10 or 12. No reason to do so until the boys showed up and “couple skating” was the word around town. That secret code was what the neighborhood kids were whispering, and everyone hoped their ... [ Read More ]