Happy Valentines Day
The first (and last) time I went ice skating was when my mom took my brothers and I up to visit her parents. If memory serves, this was shortly after I got my driver's license — because I remember my brothers and I getting restless so mom gave me the car keys and a few bucks and sent us off to the skating rink to blow off some steam.
We were there for maybe five to ten minutes before I tripped over some little kid and landed on my chin. I didn't think much of it at the time. Sure, it hurt, but I've felt much worse. I got back up and started skating around again.
About the time we made it a full lap, back to where I fell, I noticed that there were blood drops on the ice. Someone was bleeding! As it turns out, it was me. (I gave my brothers a good bit of grief for not telling me my face was bleeding…) The pressure from the fall had popped a hole in my skin. So we went off to the ER where I got superglue and a butterfly, or something along that line.
A few days ago Megan and I were talking about something — I have no idea what — but somehow we ended up talking about ice skating. I told her this story, and that I hadn't been ice skating since. (For the record: Only for lack of opportunity… not because I was scared to.) She took this idea and ran with it. She decided to surprise me with an afternoon date on Valentines day; arranged to have Susan take care of Dylan, and sneakily packed a bag with my gloves and hat and an extra shirt so that she didn't have to give away where we were going.
It was a great surprise and we both had a lot of fun. I hope we get to go skating again soon, and often. Here's a 10 second video I took with my phone on the ice.

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