Being nervous and doing it anyway is the hardest part of the battle.
Once you decide to do it, do it with all your heart.
Enjoy the company, take turns doing new things, and of course racing.
Be willing to race, to jump, to turn, and inevitably, to fall.
And when you fall, take some time before you get up to explore the ice– the look, the feel, the texture, and imagine what is down below, remembering what it was like in summer. And when you get tired, take a break, but don’t take your skates off because you are bound to want to skate some more.
While waiting for food during our weekly trip to my gandmothers (she likes taking us to what is known locally as “The Deli” where Issac always orders French toast, Rachel gets a burger, and Essie always orders a hoagie and fries, where the waitresses all know us and seem to enjoy the kids, and where grandma never can decide what she is hungry for) Issac was bored. I handed him my camera and here are the results (they just NEEDED to be black and white.)
Issac helping Pappap build onto a drain in order to flush the fish pond. The conversations that go on during these activities are more educational than most high school science classes.
Issac LOVES feeding the fish–even though he is scared of the huge bass that only eats hot dogs. He can recognize most fish types around here and prefers the bass to the bluegills–despite the viciousness.
The Hobbit
Dragon spell
