What you learn as a child must really be ingrained in your memory. On Friday I went ice skating with my sister, on a small outdoor rink in the center of downtown Providence. The day was sunny—a bit too warm for ice skating, but very pleasant. I last skated about 10 years ago, when the lake Cherisse and I lived on had frozen, so I took the first few laps cautiously. Soon the joy of gliding fast around a rink returned, and I remembered when my sister and I, much younger, tore around Lasker rink in Central Park, weaving in and out of the more sedate skaters.