Long long time ago my parents took me to the ice rink to teach me this wonderful sport. I was terrible at it ... I felt so many times my clothes got completely wet, my knees hurt and I think I spent more time lying on the ice than with actual ice-skating but they made sure I always get up and give it another try. They never told me I won’t fall again but taught courage to rather enjoy the slide than being afraid of my next “landing” on the ice.
Sometimes I forgot that it’s okay to be afraid as long as I concentrate on the progress... so I begged my hubby for extra 2 rounds just as memory exercise - you know...