My Personal Experience : My Experience Of Ice Hockey

As you go through life there are many things that shape you as a person, many things that you learn and grow from. I have experienced all of these from one thing, hockey. I started skating when I was about 4 years old, persuaded into the sport by my dad, who came from a big hockey family. I was so young I do not remember my first reaction to it or if I even liked it, but there must have been a reason that I stuck with it. Hockey has caused me much stress and tribulation but every second of pain is worth the reward.

It gave me a sense of pride when my dad would come into the back yard and tell me how accurate and powerful my shots were becoming. At this point I wasn't conforming, I actually truly loved the sport. Near the end of the elementary, I was put into so many soccer camps, forced to attend so many soccer games so my dad could show me how the pros played. I was told one day I, just like Jei Ming would be destined for greatness. I was starting to become aggravated and burnt out. I no longer had the same passion for it as I did when I was younger. I had formed a new love, and that was for hockey. I wanted to play hockey so badly, I cried the Christmas my parents bought me my first pair of hockey skates. I figured finally I was breaking through, however that spring like every other one since I was 4, my dad signed me up for multiple camps. Like Jei Ming I saw how proud my parents were when I would step onto a soccer pitch and score multiple goals a game. I could see the pride in their eyes, their faces would glow. Although Jei Ming was forced to learn and play the piano, all these soccer games were just like a recital for me. I could see that my parents were envisioning me on the biggest soccer

From the age of three, my life was nothing but Hockey. With a father who was a hockey player and a brother 3 years older already playing hockey, it was clear which sport I was going to get into. Once I started walking, my parents put me on the ice to learn the game of hockey. I instantly fell in love and I have continued playing to this day. Once it came time to play high school hockey, it all got serious. I was a freshman on the varsity team with my brother, who was a senior at the time. This was nothing but an emotional year for me, it was my first year in high school and my last year to play on a team with my brother. Once my brother graduated, he decided to go onto Juniors hockey, which is what I would do once I graduated. By the time I graduated high school, my brother would exceed the age limit for juniors hockey, so

As a young man, I knew hockey is something that I loved to do. I enjoyed playing hockey with my family on our outdoor ice rink and on my hockey team. At this time, however I did not realize that the skills I was developing would prepare me for the future. Hockey not only gave me leadership skills, but also helped me grow individually giving me responsibility and critical thinking. From the time I scored my first goal to assisting my teammates in annual charity events, I knew going

Balancing my academic priorities with my love of field hockey has taught me that I know myself well enough to take on difficult tasks. My experiences thus far in life have given me an appreciation and understanding of how to best challenge and organize myself in a way that helps me to succeed in my endeavors. I know that I will be able to translate these abilities into my future academic pursuits and my professional life. Field hockey will continue to help me to grow, de-stress, and maintain

I felt my heart racing as I imagined making the top team in the club. I knew right then and there that I was going to try out for the team as soon as I discussed it with my parents. After my parents’ approval, I went to the first tryout with high expectations and aspirations. The tryout was going well at first; my skill was evident on the ice. I was making quick passes and skating hard. I will never forget the fateful pass that happened next. I remember the play in slow motion. I passed the puck through the center ice, a precarious move, but it was intercepted by the opposing team and as a result they scored a swift goal. Groans from the other players could be heard and my heart sank. That pass would determine my fate. After the tryout, I undressed slowly replaying the pass repeatedly in my head. Coach Ruben walked out of his office with the list of players who made the team in his hand. As he posted the list on the bulletin board, all the eager players ran over, examining the list of names. I stared at at the list for what seemed like an eternity searching for my name, but it was not there. I stifled my disappointment and followed my parents out to the car. To my ten year old self, my dreams were crushed and I assumed my hockey career was over before it even

At that moment I realized that I had to add something to my game in order to stand out. I soon learned that practice and physicality could only make me better. Freshman year came around and i didn't have a coach that was willing to support me and help me develop into the player i know i am today. Its been a whirlwind of emotions with all the pain and failure I've experienced since my freshman year, when i watched the team go 4-11, To say the least i didn't get a single game but that only taught me to fight harder for what i wanted. Sophomore year came around, and with that a new coaching staff that gave me an opportunity to shine from day one. At the beginning of my sophomore season i thought i wasn't meant to be a goalkeeper, so i switched to attack, after a few games, i didn't like it and my coach could see that i was frustrated not being able to settle in. During a game against Flanagan High School, our goalie let in two goals in a matter of seconds, and our coach

The first year I played goalie. It was a lot of fun, but it also hurt. The first game of the season we played at the Avanti's dome. We had a team meeting right before the start of the game. The coaches asked who wanted to be goalie, when no one who raised their hand, I did. Even though I was putting on the extra pads I got very excited

In Quebec City, Patrick Roy was born on October 5, 1965. His parents were doing very well in life. His father was a great tennis player as well as an amateur baseball player. His mother was a nationally ranked swimmer for her country. Patrick began his journey playing hockey at the age of six years old. He never started out playing in the net but when the goalie on his local team got hurt, Patrick said he would give it a try and never left that position ever since. An interesting fact was that he loved it so much, at home, he would strap pillows to his legs using them as pads. He loved playing goalie so much, he started playing that position for his local junior and midget hockey leagues. Patrick Roy dropped out of school in the eleventh grade and with the help of his parents he played in the Quebec junior league. He played for the team the Granby Bison’s which didn’t go so well for the team but great for Patrick Roy. What I mean by that is the team finished the season with a record of sixteen to

My first Opening season game was two years ago at the Blues Hockey stadium in ST. Louis Mo. It was a cold day, The sun was barely shining and I had just got to ST. Louis driving thru the city making our way to the hockey rink. The traffic was horrible and not safe there was tons of people walking on the streets trying to get to that game. When we finally got there we pulled into the parking garage and got out the car after we did that we put on our jerseys and went to the side of the garage and watched tons of people rolling in and not to mention the band that was there. After the band was done we went inside and found our seats when we got there we had an unlimited buffet of food to eat, I had chicken tenders, hot chocolate, soda, and hot

During this period I learned to improve my work ethic, communication and critical thinking skills. It expanded my ability to pay attention to detail and think critically in intense and stressful situations. I officiated at every level even up to the National Hockey League. It was a promising career, however, during this time I came to the realization I wanted more. It was great to get paid to be in a new city every single night and only have to work five hours a day four times a week. This did not satisfy my desire to truly understand the world and to truly make a difference in the world. Hockey was not intellectually stimulating enough to be able to make a career I would be happy with. Ultimately, you are doing the same thing day in and day out just with different faces and different names. During that time period I learned that I like to help people and I like a challenge. During an offseason I spent a summer down in Peru doing some medical volunteer work. I thought I might want to be a doctor. What I learned from that experience is I can be thrown into situations outside my expertise; where I adapt, fight, and

The futures field hockey camp. The best from all over the state practice from January to April at the nearby college to then compete in one, possibly two, tournaments. Regionals and then, if you make it passed, nationals. A chance to practice with the US Olympic team.

Ice hockey has in the last hundred years evolved to become international. Canada is in jeopardy of losing its six teams. Tradition run deep in all of the cities and also professional hockey teams create thousands of jobs and help out in the communities. Teams in the Canadian market are having trouble keeping their programs in the black because of higher taxes and a weaker Canadian dollar. In order for professional hockey teams in Canada not to relocate to United States, it is necessary for Ottawa to provide tax cuts for them.

Ever sense I was a young girl I’ve been really into physical activities. At the age of five I started skating and instantly fell in-love. At the age of six my dad enrolled me into hockey, and from that point on my life has never been the same. I’ve had numerous opportunities in sports such as: winning gold and silver for U18 Team Canada hockey, and getting a scholarship to Wisconsin University to play on the women’s hockey team. Although these moments are surreal, it is not only the moments that I remember but the mentors and teachers that I have been fortunate to meet along the way. These coaches have not only taught me the game but have also taught me life values such as: teamwork, leadership, discipline, time management and much more. Without hockey, and sports in general I don’t know where I would be today, but I do know one thing and that is without sports I wouldn’t have met all the amazing people that helped guided me towards wanting to become a physical education teacher. Sports have always been a huge part of my life, and I am blessed to have sports guide me through life. Thus, I want to become a teacher to help kids have the same opportunities that I had growing up.

Today, I’m not going to miss the game. I instinctively ran through the hallways as I 've done throughout every Friday. My hockey game is always on Friday we have a match against another AA team, sometimes we lose and sometimes we win but today’s the big game, I can’t be late. While running I took two immense steps one at a time down and out the stairwell. “ Not going to be late, Not going to be late.” I just repeated this phrase in my head over and over again as I dashed out the main entrance, nudged someone and squeezed my way through the automatic door.