Skating parties were the best when I was a little kid!
My elementary school had one at least once a month, that I remember. My parents would drop me off with some friends and we’d skate around for several hours to songs like “Eye of the Tiger” and “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” You knew a boy and a girl were going out when they skated the slow songs together. 
Yesterday I took my daughter’s Girl Scouts troop roller skating. This generation does not have regular skating parties. Of the five girls, only two knew how to skate — and only one of those two was good. The other three were newbies. One hit the floor with gusto and got up every time she fell, which was a lot. The other two spent time in the kiddie rink practicing. When they came out to the big rink, they held on to the wall.
Meanwhile, I skated with gusto with the other parents chaperoning the outing. It was fun to see all the adults zooming around, avoiding the little kids sprawled on the floor (there were about 70 Girl Scouts total — fewer than half knew how to skate).
It was fun, but my legs felt it this morning.
