We lived on a river and I’d iceskate all the time in the winter. The river’s ice crust would drop and rise with water level causing a continual runover on the banks about 8 to 10-feet out. It was always smooth ice and great for skating. We’d always jump over stuff andmess around. The spinnign part always got me dizzy though. Not sure how they do that without losing lunch.

When I was a kid I wanted to be a bunch of things, none of which I am or was: Some were vetrinarian, reporter, one of those guys out in the field watchign and documenting  animal and bird  habits, a forest ranger. Woodworker, guitar maker (luthier). Maybe I could have  my own workshop and make the wood instruments used to praise God ‘smile’.

Brad

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Sent: Friday, February 01, 2013 10:10 AM
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Awesome Phil.  I never knew that.  I didn't see who the message was from right away, and I was pleasantly surprised to find your name on it.  My sister used to ice skate too.  Your description of the thrill and visual appeal was amazing.  I've an idea that there will be the perfect ice rink or pond with your name on it in glory. 

I love the swimming competitions where all swim in a carefully choreographed form.  Maybe someday I'll get to do that.  God will surely have to give me the body for it.  (smiles)

Also I sometimes think that a piano keyboard should have more than 88 keys.  I would want to be that player.

Guess I would say, I go through different things of want to be or do. 

Great topic for discussion.  I look forward to hearing what others have to say.

Vicki

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Sent: Friday, February 01, 2013 12:41 AM

Subject: I Wanted To Be

I think about this every so often and got to thinking what others might have to say on this topic.  When I was about 8 or 9, I loved ice-skating back in Des Moines Iowa and went ever time I got the chance.  My dad was a skater and he taught me when I was but 4 years of age.  I got, even at that age, to the point that skating was easier than walking.  My secret wish, back in those days, was to become a professional ice-skater; no fooling.  I went to the Ice Follies and liked it but I loved just skating myself and watching others.  One night, under the lights, when the ice looked jet black in the darkness, a man stepped out on the ice and began to skate.  Now as I think of it, he was likely in his twenties but I've never seen anyone skate quite like he did.  I heard some other skaters pointing to him and saying, "He's a professional skater," as he spun and twisted and jumped and twirled in a single spot, faster and faster and faster, until he was a blur, and his skates flashed in the lights as he spun, and then he began to ever so slightly to slow more and more until he was at a dead stop and wasn't even dizzy, I noticed.  I remember thinking at the time, I wish I could grow up to be a professional skater.  I don't know if I've ever told anybody that before now.  Heaven has to have a frozen pond just for me, I'm sure.  I will be a professional skater then for sure.

Phil.