The strong wind was blowing in my face as I tried to skate. It was as if the wind was controlling me, pulling me backwards then pushing me forwards. The wind wasn’t giving up and the last thing I wanted was another sore on my hands and butt….                                      
      Sometime in December last year I went ice skating   downtown on one of the snowiest days ever. The holiday spirit was all in the air, decorations were hung with care, the wind was blowing softly,and everyone was getting along and drinking hot cocoa.The scenery was pulchritudinous(means Beautiful or physical beauty). My sisters counselor Mrs.Michelle took us to Rosa Parks Ice Skating Rink. I didn’t know anything about ice skating but I was excited to try it out.
       We didn’t have to wait … there was a short line. We got our skates on and headed for the ice. As soon as I got on the ice I fell! The ice was freezing cold beneath me and I laughed so hard, I cried. I believe my tears froze right on my face as soon as they came out. I got up and tried again, and I kept falling and falling. After a while of trying to skate,(and falling), I was tired so I sat down on the bench next to a couple that was skating there to.
        As I sat on the bench, I thought about how happy my sisters looked, and how happy I was. They were almost never this happy, I thought as tears started up in my eyes. I didn't cry though, because I didn't want that to ruin the nice little moment I was having by myself, so I just sat there and watched and let the tears rest in my eyes. After a while I dried my eyes and got back on the ice. I still couldn’t get the hang of it, and it felt as if the wind was blowing harder than before. It was even harder to push forwards, but I didn’t want any more sores than I had.
          I pushed off - the wind pushed me forwards - and I started to skate - I was happy!!! I had to skate slow because I didn’t really have a full grasp on the whole ice skating thing. Plus I was still a little bit wobbly and hurt from the sores I already had, so I decided to take it slow. When I really got the hang of it and could skate without falling, and it didn't hurt as much, I was able to keep up with my sisters.  My sisters and I were gliding on the ice, like we were free from everything; like our locked chains were finally broken. I remember whirling around that ice rink and seeing everyone happy and together, and the glistening of the whitest snow beneath their boots.
         When it started to get dark the scenery was breathtaking: there were light up snowflakes on the trees, christmas lights everywhere, houses decorated for christmas, etc. It was really beautiful. When it started to get even later and even colder, it was time to go. I didn't want to go but as we left I thought about what took place that night. I got to experience downtown, at night, on Christmas!!!, I bonded with my sisters for the first time in forever, and even got to experience the awful pain of the sores and frostbites that I had: on my hands, feet and butt. But I still had the best time of my life.
             Finally,When it was all over, as a present, Mrs.Michelle bought me some ice skates. She told me to “ Not to give up because the beginning it is always the hardest.” Or something like that. That day the main lesson I learned was to never give up no matter what because in the long run it turns out ok.That day must have been the greatest day of my life, because every time I think of that day, tears of joy fill my eyes. Or it might be me still remembering how much pain I was in from the sores and frostbites I had!!!