The year I was in the 10th grade was the year I learned to ice skate. I remember going to the local ice rink with a friend of mine who aspired to be an Olympic figure skater.
First we would stop off at her house and she would let me borrow one of her little skating dresses. She even gave me a pair of ice skates she no longer used. As she’d gotten better at skating, she had gotten better skates.
For a couple hours, lost in that world of ice, I would practice staying upright, while my friend skated circles around me, spinning and doing the occasional double axel, or some other skating stunt. After several weeks, I was quite comfortable on the ice. I never learned to do any tricks other than skating on one foot, but I still remember the exhilaration of skating around the rink as fast as I could go.
I had a tight little group of friends that same year, and all of us went to the rink every so often, as did the youth group from the church that I belonged to. The worst accident I can remember is that a boy fell down and some other kid skated over his finger. Mostly I remember how the ice rink was one of my favorite places to be-the brisk coldness of the ice, the rock music blaring over the loudspeakers, the laughter shared with my friends.
My family moved at the end of my 10th grade year-from Arlington, Virginia to Puyallup, Washington-and I don’t remember ever ice skating again. I kept my skates for a while and eventually gave them away.
From time to time, I miss those ice skating days, but now that I’m older, I certainly don’t miss all those spills I took on the ice.
I bought these skates last year, to use in my Christmas decorating. Still, if I loosen the laces enough, and wear the right socks, they just about fit…
Did you ice skate as a kid?