My favorite solo-playing though was an activity I have since labeled "Figure Blading." My only real friend at the time was a lithe and graceful figure skater... all things that I was not. BUT I could tear up the driveway on a pair of rollerblades. Many afternoons you could find me outside on the driveway with Celine Dion, Amy Grant or Toni Braxton's "Unbreak My Heart," blasting through my small CD player (actually my little sister's. Sometimes I could coerce her to 'blade with me, but seeing as how she actually had a group of friends, that wasn't all that often). I would "choreograph" long routines to these melancholy tunes while singing at the top of my lungs. My tricks included gliding on one foot, hopping a short distance, and "spinning" in long, slow, languid circles. I had dreams that some famous agent would drive past our cul-de-sac and discover me beautifully and artistically figure blading about our slab of cement. Of course, that never happened, and the hours I spent on the driveway were all for naught, but in those moments I did feel gloriously graceful. Looking back, of course, I realize that my infatuation with such games could have been the very reasons I didn't have people banging down my door to hang out with me.
But, if figure blading is, in fact, your cup of tea, just come knock of my closet door and join me for a rousing round of orphans first.