A few days ago, I was reminiscing about ‘back home’. With this prolonged winter, I do that a lot. One of the things I had fond memories of was playing with ‘rollers’ as a kid, also called Hoop Rolling. A roller was basically any wheel-like object we could get our hands on. A bicycle rim was the Cadillac of rollers and was a rare possession. It was shiny and it went fast! and with less effort that it took to ‘whip’ a tire. With the rim, you only had to place your stick in the groove and run with it. No hitting required. It also had a braking system which is applied by putting the stick on the top and pressing down on it. Having a roller was an ideal way for us boys to get our exercise. It was pure cardio. Not like we ever needed it. We ran errands with our trusty rollers, maintaining top speed for almost the entire distance, sometimes a few miles away, to the store and back, trying to keep up with our wheels. You couldn’t really walk with a roller or it would stop rolling. Duh! Today, bicycles are parked outside shops and homes but years ago our rollers could be seen resting on the steps of the local stores as we pick up sugar and bread for our parents. Maybe a roller wouldn’t be a bad idea for me to get myself some much-needed exercise.