Kiri TeKarnage's blog

I am a child of the eighties. Cabbage patch kids, Michael Jackson bubble gum cards, Madonna, Garbage pail kids, K.I.T.T.

One Christmas somewhere between ’85 and 87’, Santa bought me a beautiful pair of yellow and blue roller skates. They were amazing. I spent hours and hours skating on our driveway. And then, I grew out of them and Santa never bought me another pair.

18ish years later I started to see and hear of roller derby leagues in the states. Eventually I hear of some derby enthusiasts in little ole’ NZ and discover some leagues starting up around the country. My little sister joins one in Christchurch immediately. Still….. I ‘m not yet ready. In fact, lets be honest, I am a pussy. I don’t like to be hurt, and I don’t like confrontation. And lets face it, there is a bit of a difference between skating in your driveway as an 8 year old to skating with fully grown women clad in fishnets trying to STOP you skating!