I don't really remember a time younger than 5 years old that I didn't have skates on because all I can remember is every day, tying up my skates and a big smile on my face, excited to go on the ice.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I actually have an ice-skating background. I skated until I was 15, for about eight years. It was hardcore skating for about eight hours a day.
When I was a kid. I had traveled the world by the time I was 13 years old because of all the competitions I did for inline skating.
My parents put skates on me at age 2, the way it should be if you're serious, and I've always liked it.
I started skating because I loved it. I started when I was three and I didn't know all the sacrifices and all the hardships and how difficult day-in and day-out it would be.
I started skating at age 2 on roller skates on the South Side of Chicago, where I grew up. By age 4, roller-skating was something I really enjoyed. Everyone around me wanted to do the 'roll bounce' thing, but I was pretty much only interested in going fast.
That's a hard question, because I started skating when I was three, so I don't really remember life before it, and I don't know what it is like not to work hard at something.
I was nine-years-old when I first put on skates.
Luckily, I discovered ice skating when I was eight and a half years old. There were two wonderful ponds within walking distance of my house. After all the physical activity the summer provided, I craved movement in the cold of winter. I had no skates, so Mom stuffed socks into my brother's old ones.
I started skating when I was six years old.
My whole life has been the skate life. I don't really remember doing anything besides skateboarding.