
But for me, it was fun. I hadn't put on skates in something like 10 years. I wasn't so sure how it would go. There was once upon a time that I knew how to skate. Nothing fancy, of course, but I could do a waltz jump {take off from a forward outside edge, make a half revolution turn in the air, and land on a back outside edge on the opposite foot}. I am sure that any real skaters out there are laughing at my 'great success'.
Donald said that it would be like riding a bike, I wouldn't forget. Well, I didn't make any jumps...but I also didn't make any falls. It felt great to be out on the ice. Something different from my everyday life of folding laundry.
{see me way back there???}
I was able to make a few laps around with no kids. Freedom.
It's the last day of the year...
make it a good one.












