One of my friends had his birthday party at the Ice Skating Rink. I have never gone but was very excited. However, as soon as we started putting on the ice skates, I knew that I was not going to like it. I did not like the way they felt on my feet. It took Mommy a while, but she convinced me to give it a shot. We got on the ice with a walker, but I didn't last more than a couple steps and I started to cry. I did not like it AT ALL!! Mommy said I was doing a good job, but I was too upset and scared to have any fun. We had to stay on the ice until we could get to the next door, because there were people behind us. The first picture is how I really felt. The second picture was to make Mommy happy.
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