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Those Lies Your Father Told You

I have news! Much exciting news! (Though it unfortunately does not concern a certain vacationing muse.) Ahem. I've just been ice-skating for the first time in my life!

For shame, you may say, the first time? But I have an excuse; there are very few ice-skating rinks here in the Middle of Nowhere, Mid-America. We don't get much snow, though it can be cold. Very cold. But in any case, I have just conquered the ice for the first time. Though conquered is a little over the top.

It was much, much fun, and darkiknowwell saved me from hurting myself too much. Though I still have to kill my little sister for pulling or pushing me over several times. So here I am, still a bit chilled and sporting a few well-earned bruises and I ask myself, 'Why have I never done this before?'

I believe I know the reason behind it.

You see, when I was young and innocent, I once asked my father if he would take me ice-skating. "No," he said, frowning down at me. "If you fall and someone skates over your hand, all of your fingers will be cut off and it will be very painful and the hospital will have to sew your fingers back on."

I did not ask again.

This evening, happily wobbling about on the ice and trying not to fall over, I happily related the tale to Zach, laughing about how much of a liar my father was and how gullible the young, innocent me had been.

Zach, who used to play hockey and made me insanely jealous by performing crazy stunts like skating backwards (oh, the insanity!) and doing little circle-things, just shook his head sadly and proceeded to tell me that my fingers would get cut off.

I was shocked. And frightened. At any moment, I might fall and my fingers might disappear behind the razor-sharp blade of a vicious skate!

I did not fall, but am still amazed that those lies my father told me might, after all, not be lies. Frightening, that.


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Jan. 26th, 2009 05:06 pm (UTC)
Lol! Maybe not lies, but not statistics.

We don't get much snow, though it can be cold. Very cold.

Do you not have indoor ice rinks? We get about two inches of snow a year over here, and there's tons of rinks.

I <3 ice skating, incidentally. It's like skiing, only flatter.
Jan. 26th, 2009 09:07 pm (UTC)
You must understand, very small town. Tiny. The nearest real rink is, oh, two hours away, I believe? We've got a little (tiny) outdoor rink here that's open from November to the middle of January. And that's it.

But I really do like the skating. Even though I'm on the poor side of feeble when I do it. I'm a bit better at skiing. But only a bit.
Jan. 27th, 2009 05:14 pm (UTC)
Hm. Well, tiny town vs London, I suppose London would win ice-rink wise. :D

Skating rocks! You need to get up to the stage where you can skate backwards etc.
Jan. 27th, 2009 02:44 am (UTC)
Hahaha, i love you!

Are you excited to go ice-skating again this weekend if all plans go through?!
Jan. 27th, 2009 05:00 am (UTC)
Guess what?! I won't be seeing you tomorrow, yay!

(that sounded kind of mean?)
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