Fun days, my friend. Great times watching a little kid learning to skate. They fall down, get up, fall down, get up. Seeing that show of guts and determination makes the bond between us and our offspring even more special. One of my grandsons was just barely 4, when I took him to his first practice. One end of the ice was for 7-8 year olds. They were being assigned to mite teams. The other end was for beginner instruction. My little pal joins the little kids. He skates around, not paying much attention to the grown-ups on the ice who are telling him what to do. He skates over to me and asks if he can have a slushie after his skate. I say sure. He leaves me and instead of returning to the beginners, he decides to visit the "big" kids. I'm a Grandpa, so I don't stop him. He can skate as well as most of the older kids, anyway. So, in a while one of the coaches copies his name and telephone number from his helmet onto a clipboard. He'd "made" one of the mite teams. My buddy got to compete with older kids because I just shut my mouth and did what Grampas do.