Robbie and I went skating at one of the little outdoor skating areas yesterday--we'd gone last weekend and had a great time--much more fun than the indoor rink where everyone skates in a circle.
When we got there, I started chatting with some dads playing hockey with their boys. They asked if I wanted to play. "Sure! But I know nothing about hockey!"
It was fun! They were very kind as I was, indeed, terrible. I can skate fast and accurately, but can't stop well, and I'm terrible when someone puts a sporting item in my hands. Once Robbie got out, he took a turn, and he was much better.
I have a huge bruise on my knee where I fell :-(
I did get two goals, though :-)