I had to whisper my secret to her because there were too many kids around. My best friend was wobbling that Sunday afternoon, trying to figure out why she couldn't put her left foot over her right.

"When did you get so much better at this than me?" She asked grabbing my arm for support. I shrugged before letting a grin play on my lips.

"I made the ice my bitch," I said confidently. "I am not afraid to fall. In fact, I've already fallen in front of all these mini Olympians." 

We had decided to hang out and weren't expecting little Michelle Kwans running around. We were the oldest kids there, or the youngest adults. (Depending on how you look at it,) 

"I let myself fall so many times that I've become a professional at it." I told her. "It doesn't scare me anymore. The ice has got nothing on me now. So, all that's left to do is own it."

I put my legs on in front of the other. They were wobbly movements, but I was still doing it. I'm not sure what the move is called, but it felt really good going around that first corner like Tyra banks on the runway. I smiled. It was a special smile I only saved for ice skating.

"Be like Tyra!" I said giving my friend confidence.

"Yeah, but I don't want to fall and I have a toe cramp!" She said heading to the bleachers.

"I've broken all my toes, your toe cramp is a sad excuse!" I laughed.

I wanted her to love ice skating as much as I did. She wanted a protein bar.