Eight is Great

Back to Nationals in Texas....


So there I was a tiny fish in a big sea of roller speed skaters....what a rush! So I race my heats for all my races and place to qualify for the finals. It couldn't have turned out better. I skated like there was no tomorrow. I ended up placing in my power race. My power race was always the longer distances. In the sprints I was never quite the front runner. Anyhow I went home a champion not only on paper but to my dad as well.

Then we were headed back home. The flight home was great. Salisbury steak, with potatoes and a glass of milk. The only problem was that my milk was warm and it was disgusting. I was almost in tears (isn't that silly, crying over milk, ha) and then my dad had the flight attendant throw some ice in there. I thought that was really weird, but the reason I tell you is because it's those little things that change your life forever. Yeah, I can't drink my milk without ice now. You also have to understand that we were spoiled rotten by my dad and his cooking. He made everyone what they requested for dinner every night. I usually requested steak and lobster.

So for the next several years I continue to race but I also took up acting around the age of ten. I am leaving out some other memories that I will have to back track on tomorrow before I get into my theater days. These are the days we spent with the Cearley's at the quarter midget races and all our camping days.

I will make sure I talk to the girls and get their insight....glad we are all still friends :-)