Ice Skating

I remember the first time I ever went ice skating it was with my older sister and her friends, all three of them. Just kidding Marie, I know you had more friends than that. So, the first time I went ice skating I was excited. I thought that I was going to be a pro the second I walked out on the ice. Well, I was wrong. Dead wrong. I laced up my skates and walked out on the ice. First step, not so bad. Second step, hold crap what have I gotten myself into? I was scared crapless and held onto the side of the wall. I clung to it like it was life support or something. I looked around for my sister and her friends, and to my surprise they were basically doing the same thing infront of me. Marie was holding onto the side too, lauging. That was te difference between me and Marie. She was laughing and i was crying. I caught up with them and they were all asking me what was wrong.
"I'm scared." I told tem between gasps of breath.
My sister comforted me, "Oh, it's okay kid."
I looked at her for a second, still not really sure, "But.." I looked out at the ice. Everyone else looked like pros, why not me?
She stood straight up, "Hey, listen to me," I looked at her again, "Don't worry. Just throw your hands in the air! And wave 'em like you just don't care!" she then began to do a little dance while still keeping a cautious and near the side of the rink.
I rolled my eyes at her, "Marie.."
"No, really! Try it!" she kept doing her dance.
I then cautiously let go of the side of the rink and did the dance with her. Lifting my arms in the air. I smiled and laughed, and then sooner than you think I wasn't scared anymore.
How awesome is she? Loads, that's how much. After this little pep talk I was out there skating and not scared anymore. It was great.