My Mom put together a book about her childhood growing up on the prairies. Had to share this little excerpt because it's my Mom and it's awesome.
"We skated every day. Sonja Henjie was famous then and I would try to soar along with one leg held out behind me, just like she did. We skated singly, in pairs and sometimes in a long line of people for crack-the-whip. Time alone on the ice at night was very special. Often the northern lights were dancing with color and if there was a full moon it seemed perfect…I didn’t have figure skates, just ordinary straight-blade hockey skates like the boys. When my feet stopped growing I got second-hand men’s skates which I used until I couldn’t skate anymore.
The last time I tried to skate was in 2004. My ankles were weak and I didn’t have a helmet so I didn’t venture far. A chapter in my life was closed and I felt a bit sad, but in my imagination I can still soar around the ice, free as the wind! When we moved to Regina I took a picture of them and let them go."
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