When we went to the wedding a few weeks ago I caught up
with my cousin from Canada who had flown over specially from Toronto. He
brought his wife Debbie with him and I had forgotten but Debbie is an
ice-skating teacher. Full time. She must be ace; didn’t say so or admit to
being ace but she is now in her early sixties and been doing that job for
forty-years or so and there can’t be anything she can’t or hasn’t achieved in
that world.
Teaches kids from age four up to twelve. Both boys and
girls.
Gosh, she was interesting. Has had many future ice-hockey
stars through her classes over the years as well as ice dance girls who later
achieved Olympic standard. I asked her if she could spot the ones who would go
on to greatness in their later years but she said not really, and often it was
all down to pushy parents whether they became millionaire Major League players,
or simply faded. She named one or two but they were meaningless to me, not
living in North America. Apparently, Lacrosse is the national game of Canada; Ice-hockey
is the national game of both Russia and the Czech Republic.
Despite being a born and bred Canadian she named Torvill and Dean as the greatest ever ice dancers.
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