Wedging into custom made boots from high school was not easy. I think my feet have grown about a foot. There were no axles or double toes performed- just one doosey of a fall between mother and son. But it felt great to get out of the house and get some fresh, albeit, dark and cloudy air.
The rink (in the background with wreaths) is small but quaint and has a beautiful view of the city. It has a charm somewhat like a mini-Central Park with the twinkly lights at night.
Little guys have double-blades now, what a concept! This particular little guy did pretty well and seemed to enjoy it. Time for a hockey stick!