No sooner had I determined that I desired to attempt field hockey than my mother had begun inquiring to our neighbors about the best leagues to partake in. She quickly acquired a sufficient amount of information to register me for a beginner’s summer camp at the 422 SportsPlex. At this point, I was incapable of doing anything but waiting for the camp to begin. Even so, I did not handle this wait patiently; in fact, I was quite the contrary. Excitement at the thought of this new adventure had overcome me. Despite the fact that the start of my field hockey expedition was a mere few weeks away, it felt like I was being forced to watch paint dry. In the meantime, my mother had no doubt that I would continue this pastime (or she was simply ecstatic
