These are rollerblade prints in the sidewalk. They make me smile everytime I walk over them. But in a bittersweet sort of way. When I was about 13 I got my first pair of rollerblades. Black orange and purple, I loved them. The neighborhood kids and I would spend tons of time on them. My favorite rollerblading partner was a rather adventurous/reckless fellow and our favorite place to rollerblade was the very smooth, long straight halls of the nearby college. Many an afternoon was spent gliding through the college as we raced away from the custodians trying to chase us down, probably so they could call our parents. They never caught us. He isn't here anymore. I miss him.
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