Tuesday, January 17, 2012
On Thin Ice
As a teenager, my hairdo mimicked that of Olympic Gold Medal figure skater Dorothy Hamill, but that's where our similarities ended. I can't ice skate. I never really learned how. The few times I've been out on a skating rink, my ankles wobble and I end up spending more time sitting than moving on the ice. My mom took my childhood friend and neighbor Sandy and me ice skating on a little rink in town when I was around eight or nine years old. Sandy and I were just about equally skilled on the ice, wobbling and falling while Mom skated forward and backward around us. I was amazed. In my young eyes, Mom could do anything but being able to ice skate, too? That was almost more than I could imagine. Mom had grown up near a spot where a skating rink was made each winter, so she crafted her skill on the ice with time and practice. I never did get the hang of skating but I still love to reminisce about that cold winter day some 45 years ago when Mom wowed two little girls on the ice.