Oh, the Thrill
Oh, the thrill of the annual school ice-skating races!
Back in the days before recent warming trends
good old Lincoln School (K-5), affectionately dubbed
"Stinkin' Lncoln," held races for each class in the
dead of winter, on an unforgivingly frigid Sunday
in January---I don't know how they managed to
pick the coldest day of the year, but they did!
We kids, we contestants, so looked forward to that
special Sunday, where we got to compete for a blue,
for a red, or for a white ribbon; and for the adulation
sure to be heaped upon us by proud family members...
But those poor spectators, our parents and siblings
who froze their fingers and toes off, if not their bottoms
and tops, waiting out there in the howling cold 'forever'
for an event that might take, oh, a minute or two at most---
And did I mention that I fell down, right on my face
at the start of each race? For five years in a row? Until
my very last race (5th grade), when---I fell at the end,
just as I was about to cross the finish line first?...Yet it
remains my most cherished memory of good old Lincoln School
Entry for "My Youth" contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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