Taxing Day Narrative

After a long taxing day of school in the frigid month of January, I got into a car with my teammate and headed off to a varsity hockey game against Bridgewater Raynham. As soon as I open up the transparent glass doors, I can feel the brisk air brush upon my face. Instantly, the fond memory of my first rink experience poped up in my head when my cousin got an assist for his Norwood Mustangs varsity hockey team. I was young, only around six or seven years old. I remember him having a clear shot, but passing the puck to his linemate for the sure goal. Later in the game, I vividly remember him picking up the puck and bringing it to the referee who was at the opposite end of the ice.
I headed towards the locker room and got prepared for a tough