I have always had fond memories of ice skating. As a young kid, my dad would take my older brother and myself to different ice skating rinks throughout Minnesota. We’d skate for hours. I was confident enough to go in circles, but not confident enough to even try jumping.
During the off season, I’d learn how to roller blade and hit the bike paths around town. I was on those skates a lot. It was my freedom, my escape from school, from work, from whatever was happening around me.
And then a few years ago for my birthday I invited all my closest friends and family out to dinner. My brother and his girlfriend invited us to go ice skating after. I happily agreed. Those that attended dinner headed out after as we headed to the ice skating rink to meet my brother and his girlfriend. I just enjoyed myself. It has been years since I’d gone ice skating.
Last year was the first year I was in LA. I walked to Pershing Square and watched the ice skaters enjoy themselves at the outdoor ice skating rink. It was something beautiful to watch. For me, it was nice to sit outside without a jacket and watch the ice skaters in front of me. At the time I wasn’t ready to attempt ice skating in LA.
However, this year I am. This upcoming Friday I’ll be going to the W hotel in Westhood for a night of ice skating. I’m looking to meet some new friends, but really, I’ll be content with the skates on my feet as I glide around that ice. I look forward to it.
Do you have any fun ice skating stories for me to share?
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