At the Murray Street rink again
Mum isn't keen on the photo, so here are just her legs in skates. |
I thought mum was very brave to try skating again after many years off the ice. She was dismayed at how unsteady she felt, but made it to one side of the rink and back again.
I was impressed. Mum was not. "I can't believe it, I thought it would be like riding a bike." (The question arises, when was the last time mum was on a bike?)
The next weekend, the entire family was up for a visit. We headed to the rink on Sunday morning, fired up about Canada's gold-medal men's hockey game.
This time my dad was brave enough to put his skates on. No photographic evidence this time, but he made it about as far - and felt just as unsteady - as my mum did the previous weekend. The lesson here, I think, is to never stop skating. Use it or lose it.
An obstacle course of boots added to the |
Me and the youngest skater on the ice: my niece who is now Four. |
My sister and brother-in-law, inspired by the skill and grace of Virtue and Moir. |
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