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I pulled my laces nice and snug for stability. As I pushed my left foot into the skate I realized that my legs would be sore after skating. It has been at least a decade since the last time I ice skated. I enjoy measuring my life in decades- though this occasionally leads to a mid-life-crisis mentality on my part.

I found myself skating alone in a sea of people. It sounds lonesome, but I smiled as I watched the charming stereotypes of wobbly children and first-time-skater adults, crying toddlers, teens loitering along the fringes, and a few show offs whizzing in and out. It took a few times around the rink for my muscles to remember what to do, but I enjoyed the brief adventure of outdoor skating. Perhaps I'll go again before I see another ten years pass by.

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Ice skating is a fond memory of me and my mother on an artificial ice pond at the end of our street. A fifty by fifty foot shallow water way was etched out of an unimproved property by someone which filled with rain water before the winter set in and then froze for most of the winter. We'd take brooms with us to sweep off the snow and then I put on my 'hockey' style skates and tottered around for a while. Mom was graceful and we laughed a lot out there on the ice,

A private skating arena sounds delightful. This little outdoor rink was a bit crowded. It seemed smaller than the one I learned to skate on- but I was much smaller then...