Last Sunday, I skated next to Jeff McCray, 19, as he twirled to the tunes blasting through his AirPods and glided beneath the pulsating strobe lights at Skateville in Burnsville — one of the few remaining roller rinks in the Twin Cities.
On the other side of the rink, his friend, a photographer and DJ named Josh Lemonade, floated along the wall, moving his skates forward and backward like a child in socks on a linoleum kitchen floor. He perfected his dancing style during his time in New York City, and he can now do things on roller skates that few can execute in shoes.
The two became friends three years ago when they met at Skateville, which features a multicultural clientele, good music and fun. At the roller rink, there is equality and diversity that illustrate the possibilities within the Twin Cities.
"Coming here to skate, you can still keep your body in shape and then you can meet tons of new people on top of that," McCray said. "I've met a lot of people I consider friends and family through the skating rink."
Added Lemonade, who posts roller skating videos for his 3,000-plus Instagram followers to enjoy: "This is a place where you don't judge. You just have your eight wheels and the floor, so we always hope everybody is coming here having a good time, having fun, teaching each other things and making your life better. What you learn on your wheels, you can take it to your life. You learn a lot of patience. You learn a lot of skills. And it has definitely changed my life."
On Sunday nights, I escape to Skateville with my girls. Roller skating is our reset in a hectic week. It's also a reminder to make room for those lighter moments in our lives. At the rink, our only concern is the next song the DJ decides to play. They always want to hear something by Drake or Lil Nas X — or whatever song is trending on TikTok. I usually request "Rapper's Delight" by the Sugarhill Gang.
As a parent, I search for places in the Twin Cities where they can see other Black and brown kids smiling and laughing. The roller skating rink never disappoints.
As we skated together last Sunday, a crew of Black, brown and white teenage girls darted between the children using trainers and the first-timers nervously rolling forward. At one point, I seemed to be in the way of a Black girl with braids who zipped through the other roller skaters in a space that encouraged her free spirit.