When I was barely four years old, I started to begin
the hockey process. Now those of you who
play hockey probably know what I am talking about. But for those of you who do
not, here’s what I mean. When you are young, you go through this process of
learn to skate. Where I went, there were three levels. Level one was the worst
and level three was the best. But before you join you have to go skate around a
little so they can assess your skating and put u in a level.
It was the night of September 24th 2001, the night
before I would start my learn to skate, and I was nervous. I don’t know if this
was one of those days where you remember for the rest of your life because it
has so much significance, or because you were so nervous you’ll never forget. But for some weird reason, I remember almost
every single second of the night before, and the day it all began. I remember my dad asking me if I was nervous
and me replying yes. Since my dad and my sister both skated, I wanted to
impress them and show them that I was no different. I wanted them to be so proud.
It was six in the morning on September 25th
2001, hockey day. The sport I would soon know to love and play starts here. Normally
I would say that I woke up at six because I was so nervous, but sadly, this is
the time I woke up every morning when I was young. All of the hours of sleep I wish
I could regain. I ventured down stairs where my mom was making her coffee and getting
ready to start the day. She gave me my apple juice and that’s when I started to
get serious. I have my apple juice in hand, and I’m ready to go. Unfortunately,
the skating didn’t start till one. I had to calm down a little bit. One o’clock seemed so far away.
It was noon, ready to get on the road and go to the
skating rink. After my mom buckled me in to my car seat, we started to pull out
of our drive way. Being four years old, worrying wasn’t really in my
vocabulary. But I was a little nervous. Even being four years old, I knew how
much hockey meant to my family. After we arrived there it was half an hour until
ice time. Since everyone was just starting out, we all had snow pants, jackets,
white skates, and a bike helmet.
I remember everyone with their parents and they were
all running around and it was so hectic. I was just happy and excited to get on
the ice and skate. The coordinator came out and told us all that the session is
beginning and to take the child to the door entering the ice and there will be
helpers and crates there. Since I was already closest to the door, I was going
out first.
Everyone
was looking at me and I was so scared I was going to fall. I stepped out onto
the ice and there a woman with brown hair was waiting for me with a black crate
in hand. I got onto the ice and my parents were smiling. The lady gave me my
crate and guided me over to where the rest of the instructors were. After all
of the other kids made it out onto the ice the assessment was beginning. We were
all told to skate from cone A to cone B. after we did that they told us where
to go. I made it to level two!!!! I was so happy! I felt like I was on top of
the world, and you know what? That day, I started the sport that I love.
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I love this entry! I have clear memories of my "learn to skate" day, too! In my family, before you were allowed to play hockey, you had to take one year of figure skating, so my first skates were black figure skates. My dad told me it was cool because the Bruins legend Bobby Orr took figure skating, and he was one the best hockey players ever. Dad also emphasized that the best hockey players are the ones with the best skating skills, not the hardest shot.
ReplyDeleteThe big middle paragraph is awesome. I don't know if you meant for it to have comedic effect, but it does. Apple juice in hand=ready to go! OK, wait...skating starts at one. Classic.
Great job!