Every winter, as the cold weather begins, I remember this. Dad built us an outdoor ice rink one year and I would come home from school every day and skate. I just loved the rink. I have joked over the years that I was just sure that if I practiced everyday...and at this point probably staying up and maybe crossing corners was the limit of my skills..but I was sure I would make it to the Olympics. Mom let me believe it and showed me school figures. Of course I would only half pay attention and then want to skate around the rink in my imagination. Still it was great fun!