It had been twenty-two years since I last ice skated. Not bad considering the fact that the rest of the MORE crew had never skated in their lives. I had a leg up on them all, and I was sure that it would come back to me—like riding a bike right? Wrong, first of all the skates were way too small, and my feet almost instantly fell asleep. I should have known to get the bigger size, which, in the end, they ended up giving me. Once on the ice, I realized that this was going to be no playground. I felt like a newborn giraffe. I wasn’t that nimble fourteen year-old kid anymore. Talk about feeling your age. When I was a kid I was able to skate backwards, crossover, and stop on a dime just like a hockey player. That was not the case on this day. It was all still in my head, but my legs wouldn’t respond the way they used to. I got to thinking that if I had deteriorated this much since the age of fourteen, well then what would I be like in another twenty-two years? Barely able to walk up the stairs. Everything in the World Ice Arena is new and all of the staff are very professional. One even helped my partner up after she took a nasty fall—knee pads, elbow pads, and hand guards are available. Although I only lasted around twenty minutes, the weekday afternoon pass (40RMB) is for seven hours starting at 10am and lasting until 5pm. The weekday evening pass (50RMB) is from 5:30pm till 10pm, and the weekend and holiday pass (60RMB) is good for two hours starting from 10:00am and ending at 10:00pm. Despite some falls it was a great day.