I skated on ice, and I was graceful.

Never missing a maneuver, without a single flaw, I started to attract a small crowd.

I was admired, perhaps adored even.

The silent crowd increased in numbers, and it was only then that I started to realize just how great I was.

My confidence was overflowing.

I began to effortlessly fly at the speed of wind, as I heard a new sound in my ear.

The sound was cheers of support.

I knew what I was doing was right in every way, and the applause fed my ego furthermore.

I was unstoppable.

I was beauty in motion.

I was a clown.

The ice below me gave way, and I was then nothing more than a freezing jester.