Ice Skating

Last night, as I walked to the bus stop on my way home, I passed the ice skating rink that has been erected in the middle of Canberra, in Garema Place (http://www.inthecitycanberra.com.au/skate-2/).

I could hear my daughter’s voice squealing in delight. “I’m skating” she would squeak in her high-pitched voice as she slid across the cork tiles in her socks in our house in Yass. “Come on, Jordi, let’s go skating” she’d cry as she dragged him to his feet sliding around the floor.

Clea begged and begged to go ice skating during the school holidays in July 2009. I kept putting her off by saying it was winter and we’d all spend more time on our bums than on our feet, and get horribly wet and cold. She didn’t care, she was still keen, but we did not go.

This morning, I could not walk from the bus interchange to my workplace via Garema Place. I found a different route to take. I will probably keep walking along this new route until the ice skating rink is taken down at the end of the month.

Some things are too painful. Clea will never ice skate.

About huntersoledad

Mother of three. Bereaved mother of one. Survivor and victim of 2009 Samoan tsunami. Could be if would be writer.
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1 Response to Ice Skating

  1. SadMama says:

    “Some things are too painful. Clea will never ice skate.” I’m so sorry, these are the simple joys we wish our children to enjoy. It feels so unfair that Clea won’t experience this.

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