A memory. We used to have a roller skating rink called United Skates of America near my home in Ohio; very popular for kids' birthday parties. The mascot was the Skate-O-Saurus, a cartoony T-rex who, mid party, would come out and do a routine in the rink for the kids. One year, I was there for my niece's birthday, dozens of kids running and rolling around everywhere. They announced that Skate-O-Saurus was coming out; the rink cleared, the music swelled, and he came out! As soon as he hit the rink, his skate got caught and he fell. The mascot head came off and rolled into he middle of the rink, much to the horror of pretty much every child in the place. I'll never forget the look on EVERY parent's face: holding back riotous laughter as their mortified children were crying. Needless to say, there was no un-ringing that bell; Skate-O-Saurus retrieved his head, and cancelled that day's performance. He rolled back into the backroom as the MC assured all the children he was ok. Shattered innocence aside, a lot of growing up happened that day...