I wondered if any happy news was ever reported.
I was nervous on the first night of the show. A woman helped me into my costume and then I went on to the next station where a woman put clips in my hair. I was pulled to the next station where a woman began applying powder to my face. I had never worn make up before and it was something I was not allowed . I enjoyed the feeling of being a little more grown up. I was then showed to the next station where a woman applied eye liner, mascara and lipstick.
Several groups and individual skaters had performances prior to us and we had to wait four our turn on the ice. After the group before us finished the lights were turned off. I made my way across the ice in the darkness and sat down on a swing that hung over the ice. Butterflies filled my stomach as the spotlight beamed down on me and the music started. I began making the swing rock back and forth as “Oh would you like to swing on a star, carry moonbeams home in a jar,” blasted from the speakers. I stepped off the swing and my class carried out the routine we had been practicing for weeks.
The last night of our performances all of the skaters lined up in a circle around the arena and began to skate for our encore. There were a large number of skaters and we had to skate close together. The woman skating behind me got too close and I felt her blades entangle with mine. I lost my balance and began to fall. I felt the sharp edge of the blade enter my leg, as the woman behind me could not stop. I was taken off the ice and brought to the medical station where my leg was bandaged up.
Sitting in the car on the way home the news came on over the radio. There was a cease fire in Viet Nam and the first man had walked on the moon.