faded memory

I have a memory from when I was around four years old when I lived in Nashwauk, Minnesota. My parents would take me and my sister ice skating.  My dad wanted me to play hockey, but I was still to young to understand working or practicing to acheive goals.  I would push a chair around an ice rink like many young skaters.  I would cry and cry because my legs hurt so much.  Then after I completed my laps my sister would wipe off my tears and push me on the chair.  I just loved my sister pushing me on that chair.  It is one of few memories burned into my memory from when I was young.  I wish life could be as simple as it was when I was young.