The thrill and perils of natural ice
After a few sessions of yard skiing, my 4 year-old daughter Anna Lee had worn tracks through to the grass. Bored from pushing her around in the same circles, I suggested that we venture to the nearest village where there was a small pond. During the cold spell several friends had gone ice skating with their young children. We had recently driven past the neighboring village of Horoměřice, where a large crowd of Czechs of all ages were skating on a small pond next to the village fire station.