i love that he chose the old school roller skates with the bright orange wheels and worn-in leather over the sleek black inlines...i love that he set a goal..."if we make it around three times, that'll be real good"....i love that he asked how i got so good at skating even though it took us about an hour to reach his goal...i love that he made me remember all those laps around the basement my sister and i did as kids...i love that he thought i would win the parents race even though the only ones racing were the dads...i love that i knew he was right.