Growing up in Phoenix, AZ, we skated at the mall. I loved it. It was fun and it was cold. Such a treat for a teenager who was sure she was being boiled alive. But the experience always did seemed a little odd and out of context.
So walking across the road to Our Farmer's pond and skating with my boys was the best kind of fun. I guess I didn't really skate with all of them at once, because Holden and I took turns with his skates. Ian had outgrown and passed his skates down to Seth and grown into mine. That left us short one pair of skates. And Holden's really were much too big on me, but after the first few minutes I didn't really care.
|View from the pond|
The boys played some hockey with the broom and a rock and I tried to teach Ian how to skate backward. We did some racing. And Seth is great at spinning around and around until he falls over, which, as you probably have figured, doesn’t bother him in the least.