I realise YOU can't remember a time when you weren't able to ice-skate, but, coming from England where we have proper er winters the way God intended um warmer-than-normal-Ontario winters, thanks to the miracle of the Gulf Stream, I don't remember a time when I could skate.
That's not quite true -- I can go forwards, and (being right-legged) I can kinda-sorta turn left. I can stop by a) running out of kinetic energy, (b) running into someone/something, or c) falling over.
I recall going out about age 16 with a group of friends to a frozen-puddle outdoor ice-surface (not a "rink" by any means, but quite large), this would have been about the tenth time skates had been on my feet. My "friends" played crack-the-whip with me at the end. I recall spinning in a graceful circle on my back as I whizzed across the ice, clearing snow and other skaters out of the way. The view of the sky and trees, turning as it did, was quite interesting.
But I've never really liked skating since then.
So I'm always envious of those who can. In a distant, not-actually-wanting-to-myself way, you understand.
Have a fabboo time, but don't play crack-the-whip with some poor unsuspecting incompetent when you do.
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Date: 2006-02-09 03:05 am (UTC)propererwinters the way God intendedum warmer-than-normal-Ontario winters, thanks to the miracle of the Gulf Stream, I don't remember a time when I could skate.That's not quite true -- I can go forwards, and (being right-legged) I can kinda-sorta turn left. I can stop by a) running out of kinetic energy, (b) running into someone/something, or c) falling over.
I recall going out about age 16 with a group of friends to a frozen-puddle outdoor ice-surface (not a "rink" by any means, but quite large), this would have been about the tenth time skates had been on my feet. My "friends" played crack-the-whip with me at the end. I recall spinning in a graceful circle on my back as I whizzed across the ice, clearing snow and other skaters out of the way. The view of the sky and trees, turning as it did, was quite interesting.
But I've never really liked skating since then.
So I'm always envious of those who can. In a distant, not-actually-wanting-to-myself way, you understand.
Have a fabboo time, but don't play crack-the-whip with some poor unsuspecting incompetent when you do.