thin

Feeling like I am skating on thin ice, and it annoys me when people push me back on the ice, asking me to take another skate across one more time. I feel as if they push me with no care of how the thin the ice may look. I skate across, and the ice curls into shavings as my skates glide over. At first it was a joy to be the first to shave the once smooth, clean palette of ice. Now, I only fear that soon, there won't be much ice to shave any longer.