It is more than ice skating
The first time I went ice skating was when I turned 21. I wanted to do something besides taking the ceremonial first legal drink. So a group of friends and I went ice skating in Charlotte. I was young and fearless with strong bones. I loved it until I fell and developed an irrational fear. I was scared I would fall, someone wouldn’t see me, and end up cutting off all of my fingers. I stopped skating. Let’s fast forward to December 26 of last year when I was in Rock Hill visiting my family. The tall one and I stayed with my brother and his family. All of them were sick so we got to roam around Rock Hill eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts. We ended up in Old Town Rock Hill, which is the downtown area. As we walked around, we heard music and followed the sound to the Founders Holiday Ice Rink. The tall one had never been ice skating. Now that he is 14, there are not many “firsts” left to experience with him. I didn’t have to talk him into it but I had to talk myself into it even a