I’ve found the perfect place to spend scorching hot summer days. Although I have never lived in a place where there is a real, true winter with snow, the ice rink in my hometown is a cool alternative. On those 110-degree-July days, the Ice Dome is my escape into winter.
At one time, the building was a warehouse. The skating rink itself takes up over half the area of a football field. The outside of the building is baby blue with sparking white icicles painted to look as if they’re hanging from the roof. At the entrance, the words “Ice Dome” blink off and on in fluorescent colors. From the parking lot, the only indication of the delicious chill inside is the monotonous drone of the air conditions.
The first time I went to the Ice Dome, I was eight years old, and it was my friend Ali’s birthday party. As I walked into the building, I felt the hot summer breeze slowly suffocate as the double doors closed behind me. Jay, the manager, asked for seven dollars. Then, he handed me a pair of skates, pressed a button, and unlocked the door to the rink. A blast of air like a blue-tailed northerly swirled around me.
I wandered around the sitting area for a while. Then, I stashed my shoes in a locker near the water fountain. A few feet away, I found a bench and put my skates on. I could already see a few people making slow, graceful circles out on the ice. I scuffed my skates against the thick rubbery mat that protected the floor, and hobbled over to the edge of the ice. Skaters whizzed past me, laughing and shouting at each other. I took a deep breath and launched myself onto the ice.
Ali waved at me from the other side of the rink. So I wobbled my way toward her and her friends. When I saw everyone gliding and spinning, I was determined to learn to skate. Meanwhile, I made slow, painstaking progress around the edge. A few people were scattered among the rows of blue vinyl seats that lined two sides of the rink mostly moms with little kids. The rich smell of popcorn permeated the area nearest the snack bar, and in a rare moment when kids weren’t yelling. I could hear the swoosh-swoosh of skates on ice.
That was the first of many trips to the Ice Dome. Soon I learned to keep my balance, turn quickly, and stop without plowing into a wall. Last year I joined a youth hockey team that plays games in the Ice Dome. Now when I skate, the blue vinyl seats are filled with cheering fans. From the very first visit, the Ice Dome has been a wonderful, exciting place for me.
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