Now and Then

2014 - Calgary Olympic Rink

Now: I watched through plexiglass as a gaggle of four year olds attempted to skate. Wobbly or flat on the ice. Held up by their parent or sliding on little bums; skating like some were born to it - baby steps. No one was crying though. I loved watching them all - especially my own little skater - a very special great grand-daughter. 

Then: I really miss skating! The slicing sound of blades cutting the ice, the laughter and music of the skating rink, the ice-cold wind in my hair as I skated really fast (sometimes with out falling), and twirling and trying to skate like the bigger girls…. 

“Sometimes my skating allows me to do things I never dreamed possible.”

~ Kurt Browning