My First Time Ice Skating Essay Example

When I was eight years old, I tried skating for the very first time. I had never imagined that I would be able to skate, but my sister changed everything when she asked me to join her. These were unforgettable memories for me that I will forever cherish.
My sister has always been my role model, because she does everything well. When I was eight, she was sixteen years old and she could dance, play the piano, but also excelled at skating. As a teenager, she was a very popular girl. She was confident, but also kind. It was a rare combination of traits that I must have missed. I prayed every night that when I woke up, I would be as talented as she was. Nevertheless, it never happened. One day, she asked me: “Meiling, do you want to learn how to skate with me?” At first, I was reluctant, because I believed that I would never conquer the ice the way she did. But then, she convinced me by describing the feeling she had when standing on the ice and after that, she showed a video, so I agreed to have a try, it looked like a lot of fun!
During the weekend, my sister Nana brought me to the skating rink. She gave me valuable lessons of all kinds, including teaching me how to wear the skating shoes: “Be very careful with the laces, you have to tighten them, otherwise, you’ll fall down very easily”. She then carried me onto the ice rink; it was so slippery. I couldn’t move, whenever I tried to move forward, I felt like a baby learning how to walk for the first time, I didn’t have any control over my own limbs. At the same time, she held my hand and said: “If you feel as if you’re about to fall backwards, bend your knees and try to make your rear hit first. Don’t tense up, just try to sit down, use your hands to catch yourself. If you’re falling forward or to the sides, just put your hands out to catch yourself.” It all made sense, but it was not as easy as it sounded, especially for a first time learner. I was so frustrated that I decided to give up, so I took off the skate shoes and watched my sister the whole time. It was amazing, she looked as free as a bird when she skated. She smiled at me and waved her hands. She was having so much fun and looked so excited, that once again I was influenced by her enthusiasm, I started wondering whether to try it one more time or not. Close to me, a little girl around 5, maybe 6 years old held her tiny hand with her coach, her unbalanced feet drove left-right, left right and although she fell down a few times, each time she stood up and kept going, marching. After a while, she finished a complete round. That girl moved me immensely, I had to do it! It was a sign, I had to persevere through the difficulties.
Then I saw it in my sister’s eyes: she wanted me to join her. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and I had just experienced the energizing feeling of motivation. So I did, once again I put on the skating shoes, trying to bring some of her confidence into my soul. My sister grabbed my hand tightly, she said “Right-left, right-left. Put your feet close together” and I did it! I DID IT! I managed to complete two whole rounds on the ice rink, and it started feeling more and more natural.
It definitely was an unforgettable day: I faced my fears, I gave myself time to reflect after the first try. I made it happen. From the bottom of my heart, I thank my sister for her encouragement, and even the little girl, so motivated me to move on. We all need support once or twice, and having someone who could be there for me meant the world for me, I hope someday I will be able to do the same for someone else.