Oh man. This picture was a whole fourteen years ago? Wow. This is what my life consisted of for many, many years. I absolutely loved figure skating; going to competitions, making friends, winning, practicing, trying new things. It was everything to me. I regret stopping it, but it started to become more of a chore and my parents were becoming much more competitive than I was. I wanted to have fun, to just go out there and do my very best, but I often felt like a disappointment when I messed up or didn't place high enough to go on and do much. I remember a time or two when I refused to get these pictures done and I made my mother cry... I feel so bad about that, and regret not having those pictures for my memories. I wish I had taken them all, but I was at that awkward stage were pictures were the worst part of everything to me. Man, I wish I could go back and fix that. I wish I could even pick skating back up again, but I doubt I'd be much good anymore. Hell, I'd even be willing to try ice, to feel the rush of jumps and spins and the air flying past me, exhilarating and sometimes terrifying. Maybe some day... It'd sure give me something to put myself in to aside from work at this point.
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