Kina did not know how to ice skate yesterday at 3:00 PM, but after several falls, one maligned plastic skate-assisting bear, and a burst of dedication to the cause, she was tootling along with confidence (if not any particular elegance) by 4. So smitten was she by her newfound mastery that she spent the remainder of the day swaying back and forth as she walked, as if she were gliding along on freshly Zamboni’d ice. Will she make the 2036 U.S. Olympic figure skating team? Talk to me after two more visits to the rink.
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