My Day at the Rink

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My Day at the Rink Learning something new can be a scary experience. One of the hardest things I've ever had to do was learn how to skate. All of my older cousins, whom I looked up to, played hockey and I did not want to feel left out. I also thought it would be good exercise and help me become physically stronger. What I didn't realize was that learning to skate would also make me a more confident person. New situations always make me a bit nervous, and my first skating lesson was no exception. When my dad and I arrived at the rink we walked up to the counter where they were renting out skates. After finding a pair that fit, I waddled over to where the class was being held. I stood with a few other kids around my age and talked about how cold it was. A couple of minutes later the instructor came over. She introduced herself and went over some of the things we would be learning. She began by giving each of us a traffic cone to help keep our balance. She then taught us a way to skate by moving our feat outward in a “V” shape and then bringing them back together. A couple kids fell while attempting this, but luckily I kept my balance. Once everyone got the hang of it, she instructed us to try without the cone. We all looked at her in shock, but she ensured us we could do it. I pushed my cone to the side and began to attempt the maneuver. As soon as I slid my skates outward, I felt my legs go out from under me and shortly after I was lying on the cold, hard ice. I felt hopelessly uncoordinated and ended up falling plenty more before the class was over. I went home slightly discouraged, but was still determined to learn how to skate. After a few more weeks of class, my balance got better and I was able to skate slowly using the method I was taught. I was patient and by the end of all my classes I could skate well enough to play hockey, which was my ultimate
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