Being a kid...

There is something elegant and blissful about watching a small child careening across a skating rink wearing a bicycle helmet with their arms windmilling away. They are fearless. They are laughing and enjoying life like no one else right now. One small girl would dare her father to do something and she would laugh as he flew across the ice then did a hockey stop inches before the boards. She called out "You crazy daddy!" and laughed hysterically. There was another girl who fell constantly. It was sad, but the fact that she constantly got right back up and went again was spirit lifting. I fell. Meagan fell. Andria fell... on purpose. I can see myself in my head gliding around the ice doing camel spins and waltz jumps, but when my feet hit the ice... reality drops like a hammer. I am happy to say I can skate backwards... sort of, and I didn't fall while spinning.

After we had cappuccino, doughnuts, fries and chicken nuggets... in that order.