Personal Narrative: My First Hockey Career

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

Second year as an Under-10 Squirt level hockey player for the New Jersey Colonials ice hockey team proved to be a challenging and harrowing experience that shaped the course of my future hockey career. I was a determined, naïve child with fantasies of playing in the NHL when I grew older. The source of my troubles began with Coach Ruben, a relentless, unforgiving hockey coach. Coach Ruben was in charge of determining the AAA hockey team that I desperately wanted to make. Unfortunately, I would not have that opportunity. My mom, compassionate and sympathetic, guided me through the confusing maze of anger and depression. My dad, a coach and former hockey player, gave me valuable, supportive advice that would change my hockey expectations and

My heart was pounding like an elephant walking as I waited in line, although I wasn’t even really that nervous. In my head I knew it was going to be hard to make the team as a 6th grader I think that’s why I didn't get myself all worked up about it and nervous because there was a 50% chance of me making the team. In my head, I said to myself that I would love to make the team.

I believe joining my high school lacrosse team was an influential part of my high school career. Having social anxiety, it was not always easy for me to be around others kids. Joining the team thought me to face my fears and that sometimes it is better to stop thinking and just take that “leap” into whatever you're afraid of. Secondly I learned to push through challenging times even when I wanted to quit. Lacrosse also allowed me to meet people who I would come to look up to, and cause me to want to improve myself for the better.

It was my first year playing lacrosse and most of the other girls on my team had played for two to three years. Going into our first game, I had practiced with my stick and was fairly confident in my ability. However, when I stepped onto the field of my first lacrosse game, I was mistaken. The girls were much stronger than me and had obviously practiced much longer than I had. In one of the plays, I had the ball in my stick and was running down the field. I was so excited that I had actually touched the ball, I had forgotten to cradle. My defender quickly checked my stick and brought the ball all the way down the field to score. I was so mortified after my first game that I used my embarrassment as fuel to my fire. I practiced as much as possible and tried to always have my stick with me. Annoyed, my mother would always complain when I bounced the ball against the house to practice catching. I set the goal of score one goal in my season and leading up the championship game, I had still not netted one. In the car, my dad made me close my eyes and visualize myself scoring a goal. At the time, I thought this was silly and that it would not work! However, as I ran down the field with the ball in my stick, I cut to the center and beat my defender, just like I had envisioned. Frustrated, the defender slashed my stick in the 8 meter and I got a free shot. I could not believe that this was happening. I had a

Conn Smythe said “If I had to go to war again, I’d bring lacrosse players.” I played lacrosse for 2 years while I was in 5th and 6th grade. I enjoyed playing defence and attack. Defence is where 3 people stay back and help protect the goal. Attack is when 3 people stay near the opposing team's goal. They are put in charge of trying to score and stop the ball from going back to the other side of the field.

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

It all started at 2, when my father bought me skates, and made a skating rink in my backyard. Then, I got into the sport, which at 6, I was nationally known, and people were lining up for autographs at 10, had interviews for magazines at 15, 17 he was in the WHA, then the NHL the year later. It was fast, how I moved through my life, but I couldn’t think of a life different life like it.

The wind howled in the daylight.  Chills ran up my back.  That's how you know it is fall in New Jersey.   The leaves fell to the ground as they turned an ombre color.  “Come on!”, my mom shouted in frustration.

So there was a time where I played hockey competitively unlike now where I play competitive soccer. This event took place a couple years ago for the Stittsville Rams. It was a regular season game against the Nepean Raiders.It was halfway through the season and we were 3 points above them. I forget what rink we played in but it was an ordinary game, we were home and they were away. Just to let you know I had a quick temper back then but it didn’t bother me much.

“The name on the front of the jersey is a lot more important than the name on back”, Herb Brooks. My years as a hockey player has been fun. I’ve gained experience and learned the game from my hockey coach Travis Lupke and friend Hunter Johnson. I’ve played hockey for six years and I’m now going into my sixth year. This is my first year of high school hockey and I’m excited to learn the game from the more experienced players.

I very fondly remember the time I first got into hockey. It had gotten pretty late and I was going to be heading to bed soon. I spotted my Dad, who was sitting down on this brown couch we used to have that was starting to show some wear and tear. He was watching an NHL game on the T.V. which we had fixated across the room directly in front of the couch. If I remember correctly the Philadelphia Flyers were playing the Florida Panthers. I sat down too, oblivious to what was going on, I hadn’t a clue. This was my first time that I remember watching an NHL game. I would ask questions for certain plays and rules that I was hearing like offsides and icing. Then, of course, my Dad would explain to me and tell it by narrating over the game, and slowly

In grade 10, I made the decision to be the first female to join the hockey class in my school. Joining the class was a hard decision for me, for it was only my second year in the school, consequently I barely knew any of my classmates. Previous to joining the class, occasionally girls had started the program, but none of them withstood a semester. My skills, both communication and physical, were impotent during my first year in the class. Struggling to keep up with the boys weighed me down my first year, for this reason I spent my entire second year determined to catch up. Refusing to let any insignificant trifles, like innuendos,  intervene with my goal, has assisted in strengthening my tolerance. Completing my third semester in the hockey

I look up just in time to avoid the hit, I feel my blood pumping it feels like you're on top of the world. Ten seconds left we need to score, I see my teammate breaking for the net, I throw the puck to him and he scores!!. Our bench clears everyone is yelling. All of a sudden I look at the referee and he’s blowing his whistle as if he has spotted a fire. He is waving his hands back and forth across his body and that is never good when it comes to hockey. The ref claims the puck didn’t cross the line. Everyone starts yelling at the ref instead of yelling for joy. Everyone knows there’s nothing you can do to change the refs mind. We all skare of the ice with our heads in hands. I sit down in our change room and just think. It is crazy how you

One day in the winter, we had a game against the most ferocious hockey team at the Sports Center. They were much more advanced than us, but we still had a chance to win if we focused and played harder. It was the second quarter, half way in, and I was starting on the ice. Once the referee dropped the puck, I charged at it, but then, a player on the opposite team stole it from me. I was really mad about that. I wasn’t going to let her play on. She was getting close to the goal and I did not want them to make another goal. She passed the defenceman and once I saw that, I skated so hard to her and knocked her over. Everyone on the team was happy, however, the ref was not. In girls hockey, you cannot shove people like in boys hockey and in the