You’ve started to learn skating since last fall. And your father had to take on this involuntary task because your mother can hardly balance herself on her feet and she constantly bumps her head into door frame or cabinet corner.
Last year you kept complaining about how hard it was to do “one knee up”. And it didn’t surprise me because when we told you that you were going to learn skating, all in your mind was being able to skate like an NHLer after the first class. Learning process? WHAT?
This year, two classes in, you’ve already been able to move forward in the goofy position on your skates. This doesn’t sound very remarkable, I know. The kids around you probably learned how to do this before they were even born. But what really amazes me is how you just suck it when you fall down and calmly push yourself up and start cruising again. Imagine the normal you would start grunting and screaming about the fact that no one had told you about the falling part, and you would stomp your skates toward the Zamboni. In a split second, the Zamboni would run over everybody, tracking the blood across the ice.
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