Ice Skating – by Tia

For a Primary activity one winter they took us all ice-skating at the Utah Lake ice rink. I was only 4 or 5 and was so happy with myself because I caught on instantly and didn’t fall down even one time. Beth however clung to the side rail most of the time. I felt a little pride puff up in my little body. At the end of the activity one of the Primary teachers, Sister Livingstone, offered to give Laura, Beth and me a ride home since she had a big van. We hurried out to her van and sat in the very back seat. We waited a few minutes for Sister Livingstone’s daughters to finish and get into the car. As soon as they got in, one of them asked Sister Livingstone if they could stop and get something to eat. Sister Livingstone said, “No, we need to take the Roskelley girls home and then we need to get home.” One of the daughters said in a disgusted/whiney voice, “Ugh, why do we have to take the Roskelley’s home?!” Just then, an embarrassed Sister Livingstone leaned around the driver seat and pointed back at us and said, “They are already in the car!” The girls turned around to see us sitting on the back bench of the van. That was the first time I ever felt like people looked down on us (okay, other than the Chamberlain boys calling us the Rottonsmelly’s).