A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


126. Life experience unlocked: Ice skating


22nd January 2017

I've ice skated for three hours in two weeks. That is more than I've ever ice skated before without the help of a ballerina ice bar thing - you know the one, the thing that helps little kids get their balance on the ice. 

Ice skating attempt #1 

A week ago I went to an outdoor ice rink with my college friends - yes all five of them - and found myself on the cold floor for most of it. I hadn't ice skated without any aid since I was twelve and the most ironic thing was that one of them said that I looked like a figure skater. How wrong they were. I was sliding, tripping and slipping everywhere, and I never left the wall for the whole hour. But I laughed at myself and the others for not knowing how to do it. One of my friends was just as hopeless as I was and we spent the hour laughing at how bad we were. I remarked quite frequently on how we were like drunk horses. 

Ice skating attempt #2

Yesterday I went to an indoor ice rink with two of my oldest and closest friends. This was more of an experience because we'd known each other for years and we had to travel to get there. That meant getting on a train and then walking through an unknown town to get to it. I had never felt more like an adult for finally doing that. This ice rink was for two hours instead of one and much larger than the other one. My confidence was a bit more than before and I finally progressed off of the wall but not to the centre of the rink - because that's where all of the experts linger. I never fell or came away with an arm full of bruises like last time either. I helped one of my friends get off of the wall because bless him ice skating isn't just for him at the moment. I'm getting there and I've never been more thrilled to have learned a new skill. 

I won't let no ice defeat me. The good thing is that I am no longer a drunk horse but a half way there skater. 

Oh, I've learned that when I panic I do a half way scream. I never knew that about me before. Now my friends know me as the screaming skater. I'm never quite going to live that down. 

Smiles all around! 


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