When I was little, I was a competitive figure skater. I was only four years old when my mom put me in skates and threw me onto the ice. I loved every second of it.Â
I don’t remember much of my short-lived figure skating career. There are a few things here and there I remember, like dancing to “Over the Rainbow” by Judy Garland for one of my last competitions. I do remember loving it with all my heart.
Then, I got older.Â
All of my peers started to talk about their soccer practices or cheerleading competitions, and I got instant FOMO from it. I wanted to be part of everyone else’s fun, so I ditched my own. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret putting my skates away.Â
I still get to skate, but not like I used to. Throughout middle and high school, the thing to do on Friday nights was to go to the local ice rink and skate in circles for two hours. As boring as it sounds, everyone and their mother was there. There was one time I went with my friends on a random night in February during senior year, and something clicked in my brain.Â
I miss figure skating.
I realized that I missed a sport I had quit to follow the herd. The instant regret set in for me, and I yearned to be on the ice 24/7. During this time, I was dating a hockey player. This made my being at the rink a regular thing, but I wanted to be out there on the ice.Â
Time went on, and I forgot about wanting to skate again. College got in the way of those dreams. A few weeks ago, I was reminded why I love the sport.Â
I was discussing winter date ideas with my now boyfriend. It’s going to be our first winter season together, and he wants to do all the things, including ice skating. I made a joke about him lacing up my skates for me, regardless of me learning how to do them myself when I was four, and he was intrigued.Â
He asked me why I learned how to tie my own ice skates that young — and I told him.
Within seconds of hearing this, he was intrigued. He asked me about it, and I showed him pictures since I don’t remember much. He found them cute and asked why I stopped. I couldn’t really give him a clear answer because I didn’t have one.Â
I never wanted to stop, I just wanted to fit in. What an awful mistake. Figure skating made me so happy when I was younger. I loved the cold air whipping through my hair while I skated across the ice.Â
I miss it.