I Worked As Hard As I Could.

I Wanted To Learn How To Skate Backwards And They Wouldn't Help Me And They Went Off And Left Me On My Own.

I Was Passionate. I Found Something That I Loved. I Could Be All Alone In A Big Old Skating Rink And Nobody Could Get Near Me And I Didn't Have To Talk To Anybody Because Of My Shyness. It Was Great. I Was In My Fantasy World.

My Coach Was A Great Politician, So He Did Most Of The Work. He Was Good.

I Always Had The Sense That Nothing Was Never Good Enough - Striving For Perfection. My Mother And I Had A Sort Of Typical Mother-daughter Relationship.

In Group Lesson Number Six I Think We Learned How To Turn Backwards And Then Just Kind Of Wiggle. That Wasn't Really Skating Backward, But I Guess I Was Going In The Right Direction.