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I am a real fan of ice skating, but
I have a special reason why I
like this winter sport. I met my husband in an ice rink!
He was a hockey skater and I was a figure skater.
On the day we met we were comparing the two kinds of skates.
He asked if I could do a certain move on figure skates.
I demonstrated that, yes, indeed, I could do this.
Unfortunately, I could do the move but was unable to get up
from it without flipping back onto the ice and cracking my head.
I had to go to the hospital with a concussion.
When I was finally able to return to skating I found him
and told him he owed me a thousand dollars for medical expenses.
The rest is history.
I like to say that when I met my husband I saw stars.
My other winter memory also involves
skating and another man
who is special to me - my older brother.
When I was in first grade we lived in a cold, northern state
where we could skate or slide on our boots on the frozen ponds in
winter.
One day my brother and I were sliding around on the ice
and I accidentally skated out to ice that was too thin.
The ice cracked and I plunged into the freezing water below.
Every time I tried to lift my knee out onto the ice it cracked some
more.
I experienced the feeling of sheer panic and terror.
My brother, who was still a young child himself, had the wits to form
a chain with another boy and lay across the ice holding a stick
out to me.
They were able to pull me out of the water.
My brother was my hero from that day forward, and I switched
to skating only in ice rinks.
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