So growing up I always fancied myself as a bit of a ice skater. I'd sit glued to the tv watching skaters like Torvil & Dean (if you're under 35 please google for more information) whiz around the ice and think to myself, "That looks a bit easy. I reckon I might have a crack at becoming an Olympic Ice Skater too." And so, at the age of 8, I did.
And let me tell you Lovely Reader, a pretty sight it was not. I was more this....
than this....
Needless to say, my dreams of becoming a Champion Ice Skater were over quicker than you can say, "pass me that hammer" (again, google it. Key words such as Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding will help)
But today, I totally got to re-live my childhood dreams by taking my own two children ice skating. And by re-living my childhood dreams, I mean I sat in the semi-warmth of the ice skating rink coffee shop while my two clung to the edge of the rink for a solid two hours. Yes, it seems they have inherited their Mother's grace of a newborn giraffe on the ice as neither of them ventured any further than the safety of the waist high railing.
And really, who can blame them? Despite the romantic notions that ice skating conjures up, the reality is that ice skating rinks are bloody freezing and nobody likes a bruised coccyx.
On the upside, I guess we can now take 'Ice Skating in Central Park' off my long and extensive Wish List, which will please Scott no end as it now only leaves Paris, London, Italy, Scotland, Ireland, Hawaii and summer in New York to save for. Everyone's a winner!
How about you? Are you an ice skating fan? Or more of a sit on the sidelines type of gal? Tell me everything...
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