![]() And that was when I had a nervous breakdown!ĭad got in and clung to the sides of the rink, swaying quite alarmingly. Each of us grabbed on to Mom and made it to the edge of the ice rink. My Dad, who had bravely offered to ‘teach’ me skating was wearing his own skates for the first time and was barely managing to stay vertical himself. Mind you, I was still in the changing room at this time and had not even gotten on the ice. I was relieved when I didn’t topple right over and amazed that I could walk on flat ground on those thin blades. At 4pm, the rink opened to the general public and I wore my snow pants, helmet and the precious ice-skates for the very first time. It all looked super cool and easy and I was kicked about going in myself. We got there early and I spent some time around the rink watching some older kids play hockey. I promptly fell ill a day or two after and now, more than a month later, my parents and I made it to the ice rink in the local community center today. Because I am super excited about it and have to spill it all.Īfter two years of watching kids glide around on ice rinks (yes, that’s how long I’ve been in Canada!) and begging my parents to take me ice skating too, I finally got my first pair of ice skates this Christmas. Instead of going back into the past, I’ll jump straight in to my here and now. Just the other day, a friend of mine heard about my diaries from earlier and said to me, “But why did you stop? Tell the world about your Canada journey!”Īnd so, here I am. But let it suffice to say that I got busy experiencing a whole new way of life and forgot to write about it. The long story is of course, much longer. What happened in short is… my Mom, Dad and I immigrated to Canada. Life was exciting as I zoomed in and out of Dubai, Paris and Ivory Coast in Africa. ![]() Some of you may remember me from two years ago, when I used to post my ‘Diary of a One Year Old’.
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