Todd V. Wolfson
Playland Skate Center
We met our first crush in the parking lot of Playland in the eighth grade. We were hanging around in front, waiting for all the moms to drive off so that we could commence with smoking cigarettes and wandering around North Austin construction sites. She had long ringlets and too much makeup, and we loved her instantly. Some things never change. Teens are still navigating their exploding hormones in clusters of 10 or fewer at Playland and at Barton Springs, where at least they have a nice 68-degree bath to cool it down. Watching them live the same teenage dance we once performed is uncomfortable and exciting all at once – just like being a teenager.
