I really wish I had a picture to insert here. Imagine nine year old me, in my favorite yellow skirt and brand new white Riedell ice skates.
When I asked my students the other day if they knew who Dorothy Hamill was, I was so sad. They had no clue. I couldn't stomach it if they didn't know Scott Hamilton, so I dropped the subject. As I googled his name and caught his birth date out of the corner of my eye, I realize how much I've just aged myself.
But they were legends when I was a kid. They were the things my little girl dreams were made of.
I still fancy myself a skater. However, I'm sure that in reality I looked like a baby giraffe on unstable legs when I stepped onto the ice last weekend. Unfortunately, clean figure eights, Salchows and basic spins do not all come back like riding a bike.
Still, we had a blast.
And I have a great imagination.
I totally think I should take skating lessons again. Clearly my kids need to.