#1 Memoir: Frosty Start
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“Okay, here we go,” I wobbled, trying to stand. I tentatively took a step forward. My foot gave away beneath me and once again I was flailing my arms wildly in an attempt to restore balance. It was slick.
“It’ll be no problem, it’s just like roller-blading,” my jolly uncle would say to get us started. But it wasn’t like roller-blading at all: roller-blades have wheels, you stand on them, and most importantly – you can stop. Sighing, I let the wispy fog steam my glasses, and tried again.
“Push left, right, left, right,left,” I mumbled, my focus on gaining speed. It was like riding a bike – once you got started, there was no more wobbling. Soon I was gliding over the ice, and with every push I soared.
It was actually nice here, the frosty air teased at my nose, and every breath brought more of that ghostly steam into the air. Outside it was boiling in the summer heat, but here? It felt like Christmas again.
Finally attaining a workable rhythm, I looked up, and an ever so important realization knocked me out of my reverie: I didn’t know how to stop. The wall was coming up fast, too fast for me to slow and stop. I banked heavily towards the left and tried curving my path to an oval. That failed.
My legs twisted under me, and suddenly I had the sense of complete and utter doom. Idly, I thought about how summer clothes aren’t very protective against the ice. As my face inched closer to the frozen granite beneath me, I shot my hands forward to cushion the fall. Hot molten feeling lanced up my arms. Still sprawled over the ice, my body graciously slid until it met the wall with an audible thump.
“Owwie,” I groaned, the stars slowly retreating from my view. Note-to-self, learn how to ‘not‘ fall. Luckily I was actually fine, even though to an eight year old, it felt like my bones were in splinters. I slowed my breathing and everything became normal once more.
“Let’s try that, again.”
Thanks for the comment. That helps a lot to have suggestions, especially after re-reading it for the hundreth time!
I enjoyed your story very much! It is so descriptive that I can imagine being there. This reminds me so much of being little, and my parents going ice-skating with me. I’ll never forget one of the times that I fell and thought it was the most embarrasing thing in the whole world. In truth no one remembers those falls, and we do learn from them.
Were you good friends with your uncle, or was that a one time outing?
All in all I thought your story was fantastic.
I loved your story. Your descriptions are impeccable. I can picture myself there on the ice too. Your an excellent writer.
Falling isn’t the funnest experience, but I think how at the end when you said “Let’s try that, again” it really added to the story; sending a message to the readers that even though we do fall at times, we should always get back up and try again.
Do you still ice skate?
Well anyway, it was an awesome story!
Wyman dude your story is tight. I like how it was written. There is no mistakes. Man it is really good.
Awesome description in the second paragraph. How you compared it to roller blading. That is SO true. I imagined every part in my head and it was so vivid, with few confusing sentences or thoughts. It was a lovely, smooth reading experience. Good job!
I know exactly what you mean about making a long story flow. I have some issues with that.
That is really cool that you guys are still friends, some of my most treasured memories/experiences are with my uncles.
dang man your such a good writer, your vocabulary, details and just the flow of the writing mixing it all together makes your writing sounding professional, to me any way
Wyman,
You pretty much rock at writing. For some odd reason I could feel myself getting colder as I read it. Thats how good it was. Enough said.
Fantastic Job
~Haley