Stepping on the ice.

I dont know about the rest of you, hat hobbies you have, what passions you may play host too. But i for one, adore the game of hockey. The rush of stepping on the ice is absolutely one in a million. I have problems, hust like evry other teenager. I struggle just getting from one day to the next. But when i step on to that shet of cold glass, my world dissapears. The new world, the only real one at that moment, is the game, my game. The only game i'll ever love like this.

Last year i won the state championship or my level of play. Beating out severaly of my friends, i still felt ecstatic. I swear to you now, the sense of euphoria i had when that final horn went off, was exhilerating. I cant even remember all the details. I might've cried, i know i screamed. And when they hung that metal around my neck, well suffice to say, it might've been the happiest moment of my life.

For me, my passion is hockey, the rest of you could have a number of other hobbies or loves. Some of you could draw or play baseball, could like to write or sing. Some of you could even love another human being. And to all of you i tip my hat, because whatever we love, however we love it, i hope we can all have that feeling of stepping onto the ice.