Yeah, enjoy the outdoors, I am procrastinating. It is snowing here and I have a long drive and sidewalk, besides the upper and decks to clean off.
I used to love to skate, however because we lived on a farm I didn’t get there often. So when I knew my Dad was going to town I would throw my skates under his seat, then I would get way down on the floor behind him as well.
Once we got to town (8 miles) I would pop up and beg him to drop me off at the rink. (Of course he probably knew I was there all along)
It was a great game to play with him and I used to play “crack the whip” with all of the other kids, shear fun. There was a warming house in those days, next to the rink, where we would warm up. Always looking for a little adventure, I guess.