Personal Narrative-Skating

I have been skating since I was four, barely clinging on to the walls back then. My dad used to take my sister Daisy and me to a skating rink almost every weekend in the winter. We taught ourselves how to skate fast, stop, and whatever else. However, it wasn’t until the end of seventh grade that we finally decided to take lessons. One March morning my dad drove us to an unknown rink. Pulling our skating bags onto the bleachers to tie them, we looked around at the busy rink. Finally it was time to go on. I hesitantly skated on to the ice, my sister a few strokes behind me. A girl in front of me wobbled towards her coach, her head barely as high as my knee. Pausing to look around the rink, I noticed an ocean of children much shorter than I, either jumping or spinning expertly. I looked over at Daisy, noticing that she and I stuck out, being the same height as the coaches. Daisy looked both confused and hopeless, also noticing the age gap and the skills of many of the younger kids. My sister and I were clearly
Although they only lasted a short period of time, skating with little kids was still uncomfortable for me. I am so grateful for my sister that helped me persevere and stick with the sport that I enjoy so much. If I didn’t take those group lessons, I wouldn’t have learned so much and improved my skating to help me get to the level I am at now. I probably wouldn’t even be skating anymore. Though taking those lessons was hard for me, I learned a lot more than how to skate. I learned that it is important to try things out of your comfort zone, you may discover something you really enjoy. I learned that sticking with things and not giving up is really important in order to succeed. Overall, I am really glad that I decided to try something new and out of my comfort zone and stick with it, since skating is something I do so much today and I enjoy doing so