This is the excerpt I read at the award ceremony:
When we got to the pond, dad and I glided away while my mother was still lacing Jimmy’s skates by the fire.
“Dad, at school…”
He leaned towards me as we made a big turn around the shallow end of the pond. The sun was bright, but we together made just a single shadow before the sun disappeared behind the pine trees.
“Dad, I don’t know what to do…”
He looked deep into my eyes as we skated along the line of trees. It smelled like Christmas.
“Do about what?”
“Everything; everybody; I’m so different; just lost.”
“Don’t worry; when the time comes, you’ll know what to do.”
He made a sharp turn in front of a “thin ice” sign, but when I tried, I fell and slid past it. He sprayed ice in the air and skated back to the sign.
The pond creaked. Tiny cracks and rising water surrounded me.
“Careful. Don’t get up,” my dad warned from the safe side of the sign.
The pond crackled and I felt the cold water against my bare skin. I looked at my dad, but the sun reflected off his glasses and I couldn’t see his eyes.
I stretched my wet legs and dug the tips of my skates into the soft ice and slid myself towards the reflected sunlight. When I reached the sign, he helped me up and we skated towards the fire.
“I know how you feel.”
My dad took my hand and spun me in a tight circle. Around and around I went. Water sprayed off me in all directions while my dad talked.
“During the war … in France … alone and scared … but when the charge came … I knew … I knew what to do … I became invisible.”