It was a nice day and we were going to ice skating but it was my first day so I don't really know what it's going to be like. I was thinking what if I fall over and people laugh at me? How big is the rink ? I was nervous but at least my dad knew how to skate so he would probably help me. Mum said it was time to go and we hopped into the car. It was only a few minutes away so we were there in a click. I walked in nervously.
It was freezing like we were in an igloo in the Arctic and, even worse, there was a giant line and we were at the back. The line slowly got smaller and smaller.
Finally we were at the front I was starting to see a bit of the rink and it was ginormous. I started panicking. Bad memories of falling over in front of people flowed through my mind. We paid, my dad helped me put the skates on then he put his on. We went into the ice rink I did fall over but it was fun.