The cold breeze ran across my red face as we headed over to the pond. I was bundled up in my jacket, nervously playing with the sleeves. I couldn't believe it, I was going to ice skate. As we got to the dock, my aunt Barbara handed me a pair of ice skates to put on. The whole pond was frozen solid, though I could still see the sun fish underneath. The paddle boats and canoes pushed up onto the shore. My mom helped me into my ice skates after she got into hers. I was handed a chair as my mom led me out onto the ice. My mom led me to the middle of the pond and then let go. I took a step forward and suddenly slipped, hurling forward a sense of panic came over me. I reached out to catch myself as I headed towards the ground. But when my hand collided with the ice a shudder ran up my arm and then a shock of pain. Tears welled up in my eyes as I cradled my wrist my mom hurried over and brought me to the dock.
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Graceth Harleli
Oct 12, 2017
diopj,
I used to live in a place that had an ice pond not too far from my house. My brother and I were really little, but he was ice skating quite well, while I was still learning. I was just getting the hang of it, when my brother broke his clavicle by falling on the ice! When I read your poem, I was immediately transferred back to that memory. I just have one question: what do you mean when you say you were handed a chair? Thanks for sharing.
Graceth Harleli, Community Leader