By Heidi Hagemeier / The Bulletin
December 26, 2012
I didn't grow up with bucolic scenes of ice skating on frozen ponds and earmuffs fluffy and cute on my head.
Instead, my early ice-skating memories take place in the mall. Whitesnake, Journey or something else trs '80s blared as we teetered around under fluorescent lights. Then, famished, we....