Memories

This afternoon, Sarah and I walked down memory lane and went skating at the Riley Ice Rink, close to Queen Elizabeth Park. We were originally going to ski at Whistler, but we both had so much to do over the weekend that we decided to stay in Vancouver. The memory of our attempt at getting back into skates when we were at Big White encouraged us to make it an outing this weekend.

It was a lot of fun and just as I remember skating at the arena in Outremont, back when I was a kid. I used to go quite often, usually on Sundays. You'd meet up with friends and skate in circles around the rink, usually while the radio was blaring over the poor sound system. They would clear the ice after an hour, rebuild it with the zamboni, then have everyone back on for a few more laps. This afternoon was nothing different. Sarah and I probably looked really funny when we took our first few strides, our legs wobbly and unsure. However, we both quickly remember how to skate and started picking up some speed, crossing feet while turning, and made some halfass attempts at breaking (didn't really work).

We skated for well over an hour, giggling like little girls, checking out some of the hockey boys who were warming up in the ice. Yeah, totally back in high-school. Good times.

This is the song I'm listening to: Second Chance, from Liam Finn