Who needs skates?

I've attempted to ice-skate just once.   It was many years ago and the entire experienced probably lasted about 10 minutes.   Gravity was my enemy that day and after the umpteenth time that I found myself sitting on the ice rather than standing over it, I hung up my ice skates never to grab them again.   My daughter had an opportunity to experience the ice skating fun with her girl scouts and, at the last minute, decided that she really wanted to go.   While dropping her off, I had that eerie shiver go up my spine as I had those visions of her falling all over the ice as she has picked up some of the gracefulness that I have when it comes to extensions of our feet.   As a concerned parent, I kept hoping that the phone wouldn't ring telling me that there was a terrible injury or something like that.   Thankfully it never did, and when I went to pick her up, she was having the time of her life.   Not from having skates on her feet, but figuring out that having fun meant that she could still be on the ice with a chair in front of her to balance her out.   She was pushing that thing around as fast as an Olympic skater and almost as graceful.   Her friends would then join the chairs and form a human train to push around.   I thought back about how much more enjoyable my brief ice skating career could have been if I had only had a folding chair to pull out of my pocket for balancing.   Maybe we could have skated together during this outing and had a great time.   But, watching her have fun was just as great.