A rolling beav gathers no moss

I'm learning to rollerblade.   I'm letting the boy teach me.   If you know anything about me, teaching me a skill requiring physical coordination is not fun.   If I don't get it, I

• throw a toddler type fit
• yell at you
• verbally abuse strangers
• possibly cry
• definitely give up

Not so this time around!   The boy and I went to the Hudson River Park over yonder, strapped out rollerblades on and after a few screams, squeals, heated "get back here I can't stop!!!"s, and only one "I don't want to do this, I want to go home", I was weaving down the riverside.   I am still afraid of the speed, for sure, I have no idea how to stop, and I have the typical beginner's grabbing-for-something-to-help-me-stop scramble, but

I
HAD
FUN

It was fun, it really was!  The boy survived with only minor verbal contusions, and I felt like I finally found a physical activity I might end up being good at.  And something I can do with the boy.   It was fun.

I'm smiling just thinking about it.