194 ~ Ice Skating Walk

By Kay Heitsch

Growing up in the northern part of Michigan during the winter, you will find cold weather and plenty of snow.

I didn't really care because I enjoyed playing in the snow, and I especially liked to ice skate. The city skating rink was at the other end of town from our home.

I had a friend named Star, whose dad flooded their backyard and built an ice rink for her. Of course, I wanted my dad to water our front yard, but he never did.

To skate, I sometimes went to Star's house, but I usually went to the skating rink at the other end of town.

Mom would drive me down to the rink, and after so long, she would come back and pick me up.

One day, I was having fun skating. Several people I knew were there; however, one by one, they left.

There was a little shed you could go into to get out of the wind and cold, which was nice. I sat in there for a short while, then had the bright idea to walk home.

I will never forget that walk on those ice skates. There were no cell phones back in those days, so I couldn't call my mom.

My poor ankles were killing me by the time I walked up to our front door. The look on my mom's face! I was crying, of course.

Mom asked why I didn't wait for her to come and get me. I didn't know. When everyone left, I didn't want to be alone there, I presume.

Walking on ice skates, even if it was only half a mile on sidewalks, seemed like a long, long walk. I never tried it again.

I remember Mom helped me take off my skates, and we both had a cup of hot chocolate. Boy, I needed it!

Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2