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02/01/2004: "Ice skating...not my thing"
Today I went ice skating with a bunch of my sorority sisters. All I can say is that it's nothing like I remember it being when I was little. I was one of those people clutching the side as I sloooooowly made my way around the ice rink. After two laps, I sat down and took my skates off, since being terrified of smacking my chin on the ice just wasn't sitting well with me.
When I was little, I used to go ice skating all the time with friends, and I definitely don't remember it being so scary. Maybe it's because I was a lot shorter and therefore had a lot less farther to fall. Maybe it's because little kids are made out of rubber; the kids I was watching today sure seemed to be. Nothing galls me more than kids under the age of 12 who zip around and crash like there's no tomorrow while I'm taking baby steps and praying I won't slip. One snot even pushed me because he was trying to get to his friend he was chasing. If I could skate fast, I would have gone after him and smacked him around.
Not that I advocate smacking kids, of course. While I was waiting in line to turn my skates back in, this mother was leaning over her two kids who couldn't have been more than 6. Her son reaches his shoe up to put it on the counter (since you have to turn your shoes in to get skates) and accidentely bopped his mom in the side of the face with it. It didn't look like he hit her that hard at all, and it certainly wasn't on purpose, but the mother started smacking his face over and over until he started crying. I started at her with a nasty face until she noticed me.
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I ice/roller skate fast, I would've smacked him! :Dmelantha, Monday, February 2nd