By OPAL "GRANDMA " HABISCH
I asked Santa to bring me some ice skates. I saw other boys and girls skating and I knew I could skate just as good as they did. Or even better.
Mother said, "It isn't that easy." But I said that I could do anything they could do.
"Okay, smartie pants," said Mother. "I will get a pair of skates for you and you can show us how you can skate. Tomorrow we will go to the skating rink."
The next day we took off for the skating rink. My sister also came along. She got her skates two years ago and can skate quite well. I wished she wouldn't go. "If I don't do very well, she will laugh at me," I thought.
When we got to the skating rink, my sister put her skates on and went out on the ice. She came back and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Can't you see I am putting my skates on," I answered.
"You don't know how to put them on," she said. "You are doing it wrong. Tie the strings around your ankles."
"I know that," I said. "I was just trying something new."
Mother came over and asked, "Why aren't you on the ice?" "I was just going to do it," I said. I stood up and just about fell on my face. Boy, I thought it would be easy!
My sister grabbed my arm and pulled me. Then she let go. And did I ever go. I didn't know how to stop.
Again, she grabbed my arm and said, "Start skating." So I moved my feet and down I went. I went sliding across the rink and everybody started laughing at me.
I stood up and, again, I fell. My mother came and helped me to the bench. I said to mother, "I don't think these skates fit me." My sister said, "That is right. You need them bigger, to wear on your butt."
Mother told my sister to help me learn to skate. She did and, finally, I could stand without falling. She helped me some more, until I could actually skate. I did fall, but I could get up now and start again.
I learned that skating is not that easy. I should never have told everyone that I could do it better than they could.
So I will tell you if it is the first time you are going skating, keep your mouth shut!