A short story about my life.
Sunday night was Soul Night at Roller World Skating Rink. It was called Soul Night because it was Black Folk night at the skating rink. Either we got a ride with a friend or got our parents to drop us off. It was like a low budget Soul Train that night. The lights would dim a little and we would start skating. The DJ would spin the hottest tunes. I could hold my own, but did not try anything too fancy because it was real easy to fall on your back side. Kids of all ages were skating and that meant your little brothers and sisters. I think our parents enjoyed the quiet in the house without us there. After skating around in circles for four hours, it was time to go home. No kid was left behind. Parents would pile as many kids as they could in their cars. When we got back home, all we had time to do was maybe eat something, wash up, iron school clothes and get to bed. Yes! Those were fun times.
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