“Do you think they’ve got some badminton rackets?” I asked Reese as she perused the large bin of items in the gym. It was the closing of junior year and with only two class days left, our gym teacher gave us free range to do whatever we wanted during our hour and a half. A slight shrug of her shoulders was her answer as she moved the bin and opened a small cupboard-like closet behind it.
She gasped and pulled out a stack of colorful little floor scooters. “They still make these?” she asked incredulously.
I laughed and snatched one from her. “Sweet! I haven’t ridden one of these since, like, elementary school. Let’s race.”
I placed the scooter on the floor, positioning myself on it so I was poised to scoot across the overly waxed floor. The rest of our classmates were scattered around th
