On Saturday one of my friends invited me and Brooke to go to the skating rink with her and her two girls. Brooke was VERY excited to go...although she kept saying she was going ice skating. We got to the rink and she could hardly get her skates on fast enough. The place we went to was pretty neat because for $5 you could rent what is essentially a walker on wheels for the kids to use. It is just a few pcs of pvc pipe put together and put on wheels, but what an awesome idea. We didn't have those things when I learned to skate...our parents threw some skates on us and threw us out on the rink and let us fall until we figured it out. So anyway she got her skates on and set off on what she deemed as "the dance floor" with her little walker and her skates and she was all set. She must have fallen at least 20 times....each time getting back up (proud mama moment.) She was noticeably frustrated every time though and kept saying things like "Everyone else is better than me" and "I can't stop falling"....at one point in time she looked at me and said "That is IT I am going home NOW".....but with each round on "the dance floor" she would sit down and take a break to build up her courage and then she always wanted to go again. By the time it was all said and done she did not even want me to skate with her (she was waaaayyy too cool for that) and was actually able to go around the "dance floor" two times by herself without falling. She went to school yesterday and showed all of her friends her battle wounds...which are mainly just bruises on her elbows. She also told me that I am taking her back to that place when she is on spring break. So even though it wasn't ice skating and even though she fell next to a million times she had lots of fun....and I of course had lots of fun watching her learn something new...but boy oh boy did my feet hurt Saturday night....I think I may be getting too old to skate.
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