On performance days, she was effervescent. Her face shone with the kind of joy that always took my breath away. And the way she moved on the ice was a thing to behold. It was as if she was made to wear skates. My mind drifts into memories of tugging a ball cap down low over my face and sitting up atop the bleachers just to get a glimpse of her. If she had seen me, she’d have thought I was there to tease her or throw her off, so I made sure she never knew I was there.
