A peaceful winter day. Snow covers the ground of the forest. The little pond you can see through the trees is covered with a solid layer of ice. The perfect peace is suddenly punctuated by a scream and a dull thump, followed by some language I won’t type here.
Sorry, readers. That very un-peaceful noise was me, on ice skates. You see, I claim not to like ice skating. I say my ice skates don’t fit properly. But the truth is, I’m downright terrifiedof ice skating. When I was younger, I would glide effortlessly across the ice, mainly because I didn’t really understand what death meant. Nowadays, I’ve heard too many gruesome stories of children dying while ice skating to really enjoy the sport. I’m so cautious on ice that I don’t skate right, which usually results with me flat on my back.