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My Father made a rink for us over where the garden in the backyard was. He'd even set up floodlights so we could see (being that it gets dark at 5pm).
Later on we moved out to the boonies, and we'd shovel snow off the creek & skate there. Once every week or two, we'd get Mom to take us into town to skate on a 'real' rink.
Our own yard is much smaller than the one of my childhood (or I'm bigger than I was when I was 6?) and has a large slope, so it's not good for rink-making. I haven't worn a pair of skates in ten years I bet!!
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