![]() Not good enough to join in the big kids' hockey games yet, but able to skate rings around most of the other first graders, who were always pinwheeling their arms for balance or sprawling on their butts. Johnny had walked down from his house, just over the Pownal line, with his skates hung over his shoulder. The age of the snowmobile was still distant and winter fun still consisted of exercising your body rather than a gasoline engine. At one corner of the cleared ice two rubber tires burned sootily, and a few parents sat nearby, watching their children. ![]() The little kids were just farting around the way little kids have done since time immemorial - their ankles bowing comically in and out, their breath puffing in the frosty twenty-degree air. ![]() The bigger boys were playing hockey with old taped sticks and using a couple of potato baskets for goals. They were skating on a cleared patch of Runaround Pond in Durham. ![]() ![]() And his mother and father never knew about it at all. In fact, he would have been hard put to remember it by the time he graduated from grammar school. By the time he graduated from college, John Smith had forgotten all about the bad fall he took on the ice that January day in 1953. ![]()
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