I took my boys ice skating last weekend.
I can't remember the last time I'd been ice skating. I'm going to guess and say it was over 30 years ago in Wheaton, MD.
We all hugged the boards for twenty minutes getting our bearings. My youngest son Cole used a technique that was part Ickey Shuffle, part Pee Wee Herman. His brother looked more like Bambi, flailing being the rule not the exception, with arms pinwheeling and legs a-splitting.
I didn't fall once.
When we left the boys said, "I thought you didn't know how to ice skate?"
Veni, vidi, vici...