An Ice Skating Reunion

Pretty much anyone who knows me knows this Colorado girl hates winter/cold sports. I detest skiing, I've done too much sledding, and I fall down way too much when I ice skate. So this next story is going to come as a surprise to you. After an eight year absence I returned to the ice skating rink. My friend Adam somehow convinced me that we needed to go ice skating. I suspected he wanted to go in order to have a good laugh at my expense. I still suspect that today. Within the first 15 minutes I fell three times. Two of these were painless, the third...not so much painless. I think this is what happened (it all happened so fast so I can't be sure)...I was trying to avoid a small child when I leaned back on my skates causing my legs to fall from under me. It is at this point my entire body is lifted into the air. Of course the first part of my body to hit the ice after being airborn was, you guessed it, April's tailbone. Now this is why I don't ice skate! Who made up this crazy sport? It's two days later and I'm still feeling the aftermath of the accident. And to make it worse, I ran into three of my sixth grade students who were also ice skating. I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it. And to make it just a little more humiliating, Adam is, of course, an excellent ice skater! I think it is safe to say that I will probably hang up my skates for good this time.