I’ve got particularly fond memories of this one period in my life back when I was a kid. That was when I played organized hockey for this one year. It was a fun time and something I’ll always remember. Now, I was a good skater and a fair hockey player even before that one year, because we lived by a lake until I was nine. My Dad taught me to skate on the lake and he and I used to chase a puck once in a while, so I could handle a stick. But I never played any organized hockey in my life until we finally moved into town.
But after we made the big move, I bugged my Dad day and night to let me play hockey. I mean, I was all caught up in the hockey thing when I was a kid. I collected all sorts of hockey stuff and Dad and I were always in front of the TV on Saturday nights for the Leafs. I lived hockey back in those days — I wished with all my might that I could play hockey like my idols on the Leafs. And the first step toward that was to get into the house league at the arena in town.
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