...Charlie was enamored with ice skating during the Winter Olympics, so last weekend we bundled he and Clara up and took them to the rink.
I laced up my Klingbeil's, which I had custom-made a few months before calling it quits 20 years ago. Yeah, that hurt when I added that number up in my head.
For a typically cautious little boy, Charlie could hardly contain his excitement.
Clara, for the most part, was unimpressed except for the skating rink DJ's musical selections. She liked the music.
Learning to skate has come a long way in 20 years with the invention of these handy walkers.
And with that, he was off. It was terrifying and exhilarating. For me.
When he was ready to go, I asked him if he wanted his old momma to do a spin. "YES!" And then I nearly killed myself doing that spin. It's not like riding a bike at all.