So, my father, The General, took me to the ice skating rink for the first time.
We both dressed the special skates and went to the rectangle.
I was extremely reticent and yellow of fear.
My father looked at me as if he did not know me.
We both dressed the special skates and went to the rectangle.
I was extremely reticent and yellow of fear.
My father looked at me as if he did not know me.
He took that position of it is all routine and went, so that I am realistically watching a man who is more than twice my age going around with confidence while I support myself on the rail with all my forces.
I am like not even two meters skated when my father is completing his first round trip; his first full ellipsis over the ice.
I am thinking that this is going to be traumatizing for me, since I am not really going to be able to evolve much from what I am currently doing.
That is when I hear the thunder: I look and my dad is belly up, completely flat on the ice, body all open to the sky, as if he were in a cross, and with legs wide open.
It was such a noise that I could swear the place was exploding.
I could not yell or anything because he was looking exactly the same, like same expression on the face and all.
I am like not even two meters skated when my father is completing his first round trip; his first full ellipsis over the ice.
I am thinking that this is going to be traumatizing for me, since I am not really going to be able to evolve much from what I am currently doing.
That is when I hear the thunder: I look and my dad is belly up, completely flat on the ice, body all open to the sky, as if he were in a cross, and with legs wide open.
It was such a noise that I could swear the place was exploding.
I could not yell or anything because he was looking exactly the same, like same expression on the face and all.
My daddy was a tough man: That rink he could take sip by sip.
I am perplexed watching and curious about what is still going to happen.
I find it weird that everyone else seems to think like me and nobody is actually moving to help him.
I think I mumbled something; not sure.
That is when daddy gets up as if nothing had happened, his 1.80 m of height, his body with all that hair that he always had, to the point of having to trim the nostrils, and starts skating again with exactly the same facial expression of every minute he had been there for that far.
And there daddy goes again, I thought.
I find it weird that everyone else seems to think like me and nobody is actually moving to help him.
I think I mumbled something; not sure.
That is when daddy gets up as if nothing had happened, his 1.80 m of height, his body with all that hair that he always had, to the point of having to trim the nostrils, and starts skating again with exactly the same facial expression of every minute he had been there for that far.
And there daddy goes again, I thought.
And I was still hanging on to the rail in panic, now a bit more than before.
Not even two minutes pass and thunder again.
I cannot tell how it felt because, sincerely, I cannot connect to it, like I really don't remember.
Again, daddy was flat, belly up, his eyes of frog wide open, and starring at the roof, his body in cross, legs open; all the same.
Again everyone reacts in the same way.
Again dad raises in exactly the same way and I am already thinking, what in a hell we are doing here, like one of us should know what to do.
I finally found somebody to help me learn something and I was then starting to rehearse some steps without the rail but with the help of the lad's arm when thunder happened again: Oh, my God!
I thought that that time daddy was gone forever: It would not be possible to raise a third time, to have fallen in exactly the same position, as all the previous times, in exactly the same way, having it all happening in exactly the same way in general, and then raise.
Notwithstanding, not to be believed, daddy did raise again in exactly the same way.
I cannot tell how it felt because, sincerely, I cannot connect to it, like I really don't remember.
Again, daddy was flat, belly up, his eyes of frog wide open, and starring at the roof, his body in cross, legs open; all the same.
Again everyone reacts in the same way.
Again dad raises in exactly the same way and I am already thinking, what in a hell we are doing here, like one of us should know what to do.
I finally found somebody to help me learn something and I was then starting to rehearse some steps without the rail but with the help of the lad's arm when thunder happened again: Oh, my God!
I thought that that time daddy was gone forever: It would not be possible to raise a third time, to have fallen in exactly the same position, as all the previous times, in exactly the same way, having it all happening in exactly the same way in general, and then raise.
Notwithstanding, not to be believed, daddy did raise again in exactly the same way.
I took daddy home after that one: One of us had to take the lead and put things in order there...
