Over the past five years, I have made ice-skating somewhat of a personal tradition. Maybe it’s my country roots — growing up, ice-skating wasn’t just a winter activity, it was a way to socialize. My next-door-neighbor Katie and I used to make elaborate plans every time the temperature dipped below freezing. She had a pond about a half-mile behind her house and, on most winter weekends, we would make our way through the woods (with a fresh thermos of hot cocoa in tow), clear any recently fallen snow off the ice, and skate. We would be gone for hours, coming back at dusk from a day filled with laughter and hard work. (Did you think clearing snow off a pond is easy?)
This weekend, the tradition continued. My friend Lauren was visiting from Connecticut and we made our way over to Wollman Rink in Central Park for a Saturday afternoon of skating and fun. It was a little bit cold outside, but that didn’t matter to us — the sun was out and the rink was packed! It was a great day.