My Heroic Obstacle

Somewhere hidden deep within my dusty attic is a single, prehistoric VHS tape of childhood videos. The majority of these home movies feature a toddling Taylor adorned with blush colored bows, gliding gracefully across the floor in an arabesque in a pair of matching socks. A few of my earliest childhood memories were spent skating across the crisp, clean ice. As I grew and matured throughout the years, figure skating was always a constant throughout my adolescence. Every morning I would rise before the sun did, hoping to get in a few extra hours of practice before school. I had tunnel-vision goggles and skating was my one and only view. When friends would invite me over for slumber parties and giggles, I would have to be at practice. At my most