I had fun ice skating last night. I ventured from the walls, though I was still careful. The guy from a few weeks ago that I gave my phone to for pictures (and took pictures of himself) saw me and called me mom. He said, "hi, mom! How are you?" And snapped this conversation. It was bizarre, especially when he started blowing me kisses. It made me feel weird because he was 13 or 14. His friends were laughing and it brought back bad feelings from when I was the butt of jokes in school.
However, toward the end, he grabbed my hand and guided me out into the center. He was determined to get me away from the wall. I did it and I did it well. That accident I had in February shook me up. When he let go, I stayed away from the walls until the end. Maybe I wasn't the butt of the joke, but kids having fun. Maybe it's weird too, but I allow anyone of any age to help and it seemed like a nice gesture of kindness.
Also, I helped a 7-year-old with her skates. After I tied her laces, she stayed by my side to see how I skate. I told her she was doing well and to keep practicing. I guess I've come a long way myself.
It was a fun evening.