Sunday, January 6, 2013

Meet Me at the Skating Pond: Some Old-Fashioned Things Remain

In a field by my house, the water has collected into a perfect skating pond. Children gather to skate and slide with nothing in their hands but sticks and snow.

I remember when I was 11 years old--the same age as my oldest--and I, too, found a frozen pond deep in the woods. My friend and I claimed this spot as our Winter Wonderland, and we twirled out majestic figure eights on the ice. Eventually, we just rested on our backs or stomachs--either watching the snow fall above us or gazing into the frozen world beneath us--and listened.

A frozen pond--especially one that's only a few inches deep--hasn't lost its wonder for children. They race outside to the pond and twirl out their own figures. There's something about walking on water that thrills the child within us; I also ventured out with my children and skated across the ice.

Did you skate on a frozen pond when you were little?


Italian Mama said...

I skated on a frozen creek that ran behind our house, venturing far too close to the edge of the ice to watch the water flow from beneath the ice and tumble over rocks. I felt daring and exhilarated. Somehow I did not fall through to the rushing water just inches beyond my skates- one of many I should not have survived. Which makes me sound adventurous, but really I was just stupid.

LivewithFlair said...

I love this memory of yours. . .