My Experience At Center Ice

One place I feel at home is the ice hockey rink I go to everyday. I love playing hockey as much as I can and I know many people at the rink. Whenever I go I recognize someone, a former coach, or just even a good friend of mine. I usually go to the rink five to six times a day and enjoy every minute. I spend most of my time on the ice doing my drills, practicing, or even just fooling around with my friends at a fun stick time.

To most people, an ice rink is a place to go to spend time with others while clinging onto a bruised wall for two hours. For me, the ice rink is my second home. A place that I’ve dedicated countless hours practicing, working, and teaching in a place where it is winter all year round. From the cold, bitter mornings where you can see your own breath; to the times you catch yourself running over a bump due to the humidity coming from the ceilings dripping on you and the ice every 10 minutes, I spend more time at the rink than my own home. The ice rink is not just a place that I practice, it is a place where have grown accustomed to the feel of the ice and what makes it distinguishable from all the other rinks I have been to.

It was the first day of summer, about 10 o' clock in the morning and my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize but I answered it anyway. "Hello Ms. Mullen are you coming today?"

When dad dropped us off at the front door of the emergency room, mom and I knew that I would probably be in surgery that night. I remember my mom grabbing my arm and helping me painfully limp through the doors into the cold room. The emergency room was only packed with a few people. Given the situation I was in, I got called back as soon as we sat down in the uncomfortable green chairs.

Six o’clock rolled around, and there he was waiting in the driveway right on the dot. “Sorry about the smell, I just came from hockey so it kinda stinks. My bad.” He sounded a little embarrassed. “That’s alright.” It smelled pretty bad but I tried to pretend that I never noticed. “My brothers’ hockey gear smells way worse than

That night, we went to the game room in the basement of the dorm building. It was an average-sized room with a TV, foosball table, and a few couches, nothing too extravagant. For the most part, I just sat on the couch and watched the show someone had left on after my phone’s battery had drained out. The others, however, were talking to each other like they were old friends. They took turns on the table and yelled whenever someone scored in excitement; and I just sat there contemplating

It was an early afternoon in September and I was going through my usual study plan for the SAT. My mom walks into my room with a sheet of paper.

I was searching through my closet for a nice dress to wear when I heard a knock on my door. I turned around to see my mother leaning in my doorway.

On a windy October night, I was in the car going to learn to skate. My dad and I were talking in the car about how the blackhawks played yesterday. They won 3-0. Anyway, when we pulled in I felt a burst of excitement because I realized that I just got a new pair of skates.

I always wanted my mom to be proud of me. I never wanted to let her down. She never wanted me to play hockey, she knew I would get hurt. I didn’t care. I did whatever I could to achieve my goal. As a girl, I was underestimated to play Hockey because girls can’t play Hockey. But everyday I tried harder and harder. Even though my mom didn’t approve I tried harder for her, to prove her wrong that I wouldn’t get hurt and I could achieve my goal. After school I went to the rink to practice. My game was coming up and I really wanted my mom to come. I knew she would never come, but it was worth a try to ask. After practice Garrett and I walked home together. He has always lived right next door to me for as long as I could remember. He was my world,

“Thanks Aidan, will do!” I said, using my standard reply when I wanted to exit a conversation.

“ I’m sure! Love you and drive safe.” I replied as I walked up to the

It was the summer of sixth grade year we were going on vacation and it was going to be surprised. I couldn't work my stomach was in butterflies my parents were going to tell us today where we were going. Suddenly the door opened and my mom and dad walked thru.

Carl and I get our skates and helmets and go to the car. My dad is driving and my mom is sitting in the passenger seat while Carl and I are at the back of the car. When we finally reach the mall we go to the locker and changing room. Over there we put on our Oilers jersey and skates and head to the ice rink but while walking towards the door one of my arms disappear and appear dominantly on Carl.

Instantly when I woke up I had forgot about the entire thing and I began to panic! I throw my covers off of my bed in pursuit to find my phone. After about four or five minutes of looking for it. I gracefully walk up stairs and I approach my little brother’s room and I ask him if he has my phone. He tells me no I I began to say he was lying, until my mother yells you out it in your chest to do your school assignment. I said “oh yeah! That is right my bad!”