Granted, she’s taking lessons, but most of what she does on the ice is improvised, based on what she’s seen the older girls do. It’s like when we used to go dancing in college—I always had that one friend who hit the dance floor and with such gusto, but made it look effortless.
When I watch her whirling around out there, I wonder how I can soak up her fearless determination. I adore how she musters up everything she’s got and just goes for it.
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seems to me, i remember you being exactly the same way… jumping off the diving board at 3, teaching yourself to ride a bike at 5. pete and repeat, i’d say!
I love this picture because it reminds me of how I used to feel skating up and down our frozen-over alley in Delphos. Mind you, I was not the graceful figure-skater like Neko – rather, a speed skater with the crazy one piece spandex outfit and the super scary long skate blades. Believe me, the crowd in my mind was roaring. Nobody else heard it…but I did 😉 Go Neko!