kraftiekortie wrote:
I'm thinking #1.
Yes, you're right. I skated with my father (not mother) but only outdoors. I didn't like the bright lights of arenas. It was my mother's dream to be a figure skater when she was growing up and she did go to a local arena until she was about 16, but I don't think she knew how to spin or twirl.
2 and 3 are true. My Donald Duck toy was actually a sticky adhesive Donald Duck head that affixed to the back of my bedroom door. It was designed so I could hang my bath robe on Donald's bill. For some reason I loved it so much I didn't want to go to the Ice Capades, and I don't even remember going. I was fascinated by my robe hook. lol
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