It was in 1993 ... a Saturday. A group of us from work rented skates and protective gear at a local sporting goods store. The protective gear consisted of knee and elbow pads and wrist guards. No helmets.
We tried on the skates (they were all plastic) at the store to make sure they fit. Then we drove over to a trail nearby, where we put the skates back on and started skating.
I did all right. I found I could stand and stride and I even remembered how to skate backwards, which I had learned on ice as a kid.
Everyone in our group was able to skate, after a fashion.
Then we came to a long downhill.
I was the first down. I remember picking up speed and not being able to slow down and feeling like I was going to fast. (I didn't know how to use the heel brake.) I was lucky to get down the hill in one piece.
The next person down was not so lucky.
I got down just in time to look back and see her falling on her backside. Ouch!
Fortunately, she didn't break anything, although she was bruised and had trouble sitting down for the next week.
That was the end of our skate. It probably would have been better if we had started out with a group skate lesson.
I bought my first pair of inline skates (Rollerblade Lightnings) a week later.
