The fresh, cool, crisp air. . .
The ice - clean, clear, and smooth
- Except for the marks from my blades.
The rink is a place where I can go
-gliding as though I could fly
-jumping as though there's no gravity
-spinning link nothing else
-skating freely...
A place full of my childhood memories
along with more to come.
I started here at age 11,
and I'll continue here,
fulfilling my dream,
with a life time of memoreis to come.
A place where my skating dreams,
Dreams of gold,
are to come.