In my youth on an island in Michigan, I was a fair skater.
Today however, I would rather the ice not be moving while I attempted to stay upright on it.
In elementary, we used to pole around on small icebergs between the docks in winter. It was only chest deep, but
if when you went in it was an amazing shock to the system.
Parents would look out and just be happy the kids found something to do.
