During the days we were still on the Pickens at Norfolk, waiting impatiently for travel orders, I asked some friends why they went skating so often. They gave me the magic word -- girls. That sounded good to me and I visited the skating rink. Before I could skate holding a girl's hand I had to learn to skate. I rented a pair of skates; the boy put the first one on; I tried to stand and hit the deck. I fell again when the second skate was put on the other foot, and I fell and fell for hours.
The rink had a railing beginners could hang on to, so there I was walking on skates along with little boys and girls about five or six years old. I lasted several hours but gave it up as hopeless and never visited the rink again. I had better luck in Baltimore, but not at a skating rink.
The rink had a railing beginners could hang on to, so there I was walking on skates along with little boys and girls about five or six years old. I lasted several hours but gave it up as hopeless and never visited the rink again. I had better luck in Baltimore, but not at a skating rink.
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