I CAN ICE SKATE
I am Canadian and I can ice-skate. This is apparently an anomaly nowadays because kids these days, well, not many can skate. I never actually learned how to ice-skate, like for real.
My childhood home is walking distance away from an ice-skating rink that was named after an iconic Canadian figure-skater. In daycare when I was probably about 5, we walked to the rink, an adult strapped on some girly white skates, and told me to get on the ice.
Um. I had no idea. So I had to trepidatiously walk on these thin blades on that waxy floor to the rink’s opening. A grown-up handed me a rusty metal slide-y bar contraption, I grabbed it and just figured it out. No one really taught me what to do.
I started out “walking” until I slipped and practically did the splits. Then I did that whole scissor-thing. Have you seen that? It’s cute. Then eventually I guess I just figured it out. Now when I skate, I tend to lift one foot to the side and away, and then the other foot. I have to master that cross-over skating maneouver one naturally does when going around the corners of the rink, though.
The only thing is that I never really did learn how to stop. My friends made fun of me for this. A former certain someone noticed my “fake” stopping and said, “You don’t know how to stop, do you?” Nope, so you caught me.
Instead I either turn around to slow down and eventually stop, or skate towards the boards and stop.
My friend tried to show me how to do that stop where you place one foot back perpidicular to the other skate. But I just pitched forward and almost knocked my teeth out. Then there’s the “teeth” at the front of the skate, which is supposed to do something that helps with stopping. Whatever. I have my methods.
THAT RINK SMELL
Nowadays when I’ve taken a group of kids ice-skating, the ones who don’t yet know how to skate get to slide around holding these bright coloured bars in blue, red, yellow, instead of the crappy rusty metal bars I used when I was little.
I like how the rink still smells the same though, no?
It’s too bad I’m not a regular Kristi Yamaguchi over here though. And it’s too bad I don’t live somewhere cold enough to skate on a frozen pond or river…
What am I talking about?! I’m grateful that I don’t live somewhere cold enough for that. Hee.
Yes, I heart ice-skating.