Personal Narrative: My First Hockey Team

The car came to a sudden stop. I looked up and we were at the rink in East Boston where I could see the airport. Overhead the airplanes roared like lions. I dashed out the car and grabbed my hockey bag. I ran into the rink thinking about the game. I was determined that I was going to score a goal because it was my first game I would be playing in. I was so nervous I was drenched in sweat scared like watching a horror movie at night. I was think about the game, and did not know what to expect. Thinking about all those times I was practicing shooting a puck in the driveway. Also practicing on the ice, watching hockey games on tv and going to them. Out of nowhere a friend grabbed me and brought me to the locker room. Of course me I got dressed the fastest and was waiting to go out on the ice. I looked out of the locker room and onto the ice and it looked like I was looking at a cold ice cream machine fogged up. Our coached gathered us in the locker room, and gave us a pep talk, and it was time to go out on the ice. …show more content…
Skating around for warm-ups was cold and I froze like an ice cube but I got through warm-ups. As I was skating around for warm-ups the horn sounded and I jumped out of my socks. The horn meant that the game was beginning. In warm-ups I skated hard and shot the puck in the net all the