The smell of freshly made ice and the sweat of other hockey players
Welcomes me as I skate onto the ice ready for another long practice
As my blades slice into the ice with great precision
I glide a long freely and happily
Then the action starts and someone snaps a round black rubber puck at my
head
I almost clinch in fear
But my reason comes back to me and I snap my glove quickly and knock the
puck away
The excitement builds inside of me as I start to warm up
This is my sport and the fun of my life
This is where I belong.