On Ice
I sat anxiously by the rink tying the laces on my skates. I couldn't wait to get back onto the ice. Standing up I walked up to the edge of the rink and pulled open the gate stepping onto the ice. I didn't slip or stumble nor did I feel the lest bit nervous as I stepped onto the slippery surface. I glided of as a small smile appeared on my cold lips. Looking ahead of me, to check I wasn't about to skate into some one, I turned a corner gracefully. A girl smiled at me as I skated past her but I was too lost in my own thoughts to smile back. I continued to turn graceful corners and fancy pirouettes not caring if any one thought I was showing of. I felt free and tranquil as I skated around the rink, as I had done since I was I was a little girl. I cast my mind back to first time I had gone ice skating at this very rink. I remembered my dad tying the laces on my tiny ice skates as he smiled up at me telling me not to worry. I remembered my first ever step onto the ice falling over within a millisecond of the blade touching the ice. I remembered my dad taking my hand, helping me up and then pulling me along with him as he glided gracefully around the rink just as I was doing now. My smile grew as I thought of that day, the cold air staining my cheeks pink, my dad smiling down at me with the same glimmer in his I am told I have, my gloves protecting my hands from the freezing cold. I stopped for a second, leaning against a wall as I pulled my current pair of gloves out of my pocket. I pulled them on and felt their benefit immediately. I fixed my woollen hat and quickly started of again. Most people would find just going around and around an ice skating rink boring but not me, I found it peaceful, calming, therapeutic even. I glanced at the large clock hanging over the rink and realised it was almost closing time. I hadn't realised how long I had been skating. That tends to happen. I end up feeling so free and peaceful that I completely loose track of time. I skated over to the gate and sat down on a bench. Looking up I noticed that the only other person still on the rink was the girl that had smiled at me earlier. I decided to return her smile but I failed to catch her eye. I pulled of my skates and put them in my bag. I slipped my feet into my normal shoes and zipped up my bag. I slowly walked out trying to delay my leaving as much as possible. I always hated it when I had to go, the only comforting thing was knowing I'd be back soon.