Sis went ice skating for the very first time on Saturday as part of a friend's birthday party.
And I, having only been skating once before, in third grade as part of a class get-together at Houston's Galleria ice rink, was unprepared. I didn't know to bring gloves for her hands or her bicycle helmet for safety; I barely remembered to dress her warmly.
Still, she got out on the ice, clinging to the wall with some of her friends. And, with the help of a friend's dad--the only adult on the ice--she eventually got away from the wall some. I had to leave before she was skating much on her own, but she tells me she did it.
And she had the bruises on her knees to prove it!
And a smile on her face that said she'd be doing it again.