Freaky Friday

Because my parents didn't feel it necessary to sign us kids up in ice skating, we treated them to hours of us and our imaginations going to infinite and beyond.

I am pretty sure the reason why our parents didn't want us to have ice skates is because it is just another sharp object they would have to worry about us kids hurling at each other or Mitchell using them to cut the cupboards some more. We were allowed two things to cut our meat with, butter knifes or safety scissors because we were the kids that would pay each other off in pokemon cards to see who could run faster while cutting out a paper snowflake with moms sewing scissors. So we invented our own type of ice skating. It is called carpet skating and it really is a big deal. When we came up with it, it was around Christmas time when we had our wooden shoes set out in hopes of getting something from Sinterklaas the Dutch Santa Claus because we knew that the American one had heard ALLLLL about us. So the carpet became our rink and the wooden shoes became our skates, we were almost unstoppable. We would fight over who got to wear the ones with the windmills and who had to wear the boring pink ones because whoever had the pink ones was always the crappy skating pair (Jenny and Steven). We now needed the perfect tunes, since my dad knew to hide Janet Jackson's Rythm Nation album because if my parents had to listen to Black Cat one more time they might ship us to Neverland, we had to settle. So there we were, doing triple lutz's and back flips, spins and twists to Radio Disney's pop rendition of "A Whole New World" This is probably one of the more safe things that we came up with so my parents didn't seem to mind. As a matter of fact, last year we even had our mom try to do a sit spin, if you are wearing the right socks it amazing. You should try it. Nick tried it once and said he was done but the swivel marks in my carpet and the wooden shoes under the bed lead me to think otherwise.