Father takes my ice-skating

This is also an odd memory. I was about 8 or 10. Winter. After Christmas. I had just been given a brand new pair of ice-skates. Mom was off to work, and I had been begging both parents to take me skating. I remember Mom asking Dad to take me to a skating rink close to our house. When she left, I asked Dad if he could take me. I recall he was somewhat reluctant. Don't know why. He told me I could put on my skates in the house, and walk with him down to the rink. Whihc I did. Trouble was I didn't have any covers for the skate, so I had to walk on the snow and graveled roads down to the rink. And I couldn't bring my shoes either, because I had a hockey stick to carry... Once down at the rink, I was exhausted. And the skates were ruined since I had to walk on bare roads. I tried to skate for a few minutes, and Dad was next to the rink. It was mid winter, he was freezing and I was tired. So not a fun experience - all in all. On the way back, he wanted to go into the nearby gas station to buy something. I followed him in, but almost fell over. Walking with Ice-skates on plastic floors is not a good idea.... So we walked bak, my feet hurt, I was tired, and Dad was not happy because it was cold and he didn't enjoy it. Dont know why he was so reluctant, but when we came home, I took off my skates and never used them again.