Memory Lane: Skating in the Woods

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It’s cold today, and it’s been cold for a week. If I were ten years old, I know where I’d be headed, right about now.

With my ice skates in my hand–yes, come on, grab your skates and come with me–I would go to the little swamp behind Mrs. S’s back yard. An enormous weeping willow tree hung over it, and beyond it was a palatial estate like a movie star’s. They had an in-ground swimming pool: in those days, a sign of fabulous wealth.

The swamp is frozen over. We walk out onto the ice and follow a stream leading deeper into the woods. It opens into a little round pond, and some of the other kids in the neighborhood are already ice-skating there. Off with the shoes, lace up our skates, and join in the fun: it’s just big enough for half a dozen kids to play crack-the-whip.

You could, if you liked, follow the stream all the way into the middle of the woods, until it grew too narrow for any proper skating. But the pond is more fun. It’s only a stone’s throw into the woods, but it seems much farther because it’s so quiet–except, of course, for the noises made by all of us playing and whooping it up because it snowed last night, heavily, and there is no school today.

We are unsupervised. We are free. We are having a blast! And if the need arises, we’re only three minutes’ walk from the nearest house with adults in it. We’ll skate until we’re too cold to skate anymore, and then it’s back indoors to warm up and maybe play a little Monopoly. It’s about a hundred times better than the best day you would ever have in school.

And the day, at least for now, is ours.

I wouldn’t trade that little frozen pond for all the fancy indoor skating rinks on the planet.

About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations. View all posts by leeduigon

4 responses to “Memory Lane: Skating in the Woods

  • UnKnowable

    Man! That sounds good. I did some ice skating as a kid and miss it. One winter, my dad actually built an improvised rink in our front yard, using 2x4s to form an outer boundary which allowed us to pour in water by hand until we had a small skating surface.

    Of course skating brought with it the consumption of hot chocolate and carb-laden goodies, once we were back inside. Fifty years after the fact I can still clearly recall a severe cold snap (-31) and putting a serious dent in the midwest’s hot chocolate reserves, once we finally got the car started and drove to a nearby lunch counter.

    And here I am, feeling sorry for myself because we are having Arizona’s version of a cold snap (56 degrees) and I can’t put the top down on my sports car. 🙂

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    • leeduigon

      Oh, boy! My father once bought a DIY skating rink for our back yard. It wasn’t very big, and it never froze properly, and it wound up serving as a border for my mother’s garden. But it was fun setting it up and anticipating the amazement of the other kids when they were told that we had our own skating rink.

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  • Erlene

    I was never an ice skater- ankles too weak, I think. There was a pond just across the road from our place, but I only tried it once. However, we had a roller rink in town and I worked that one several times a week. More fun.

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