I remember the butterflies in my stomach, the fear in my eyes, and the anger in my moms. It was about a year ago and I wanted to play senior hockey but my parents thought differently. Winter was about to arrive so the team was starting to practice. My cousin wanted me to play and so did other players on the team. My dad was starting to agree with me me about playing, or at least going to practices. I didn't think I was going to play but, determination and with a little bit of wisdom I thought it might happen.
The first argument was over going to a practice. My dad is a pretty easy going guy, a hard worker and a pretty easy guy to convince about things. My mom on the other is a very good parent, however not a very easy person to convince about things. What mom thinks about things, that is usually what she is going to think about them forever. Mom said "there is no way your going to practice, what if you get hurt your volleyball season will be over." I honestly didn't think about that but i thought it was worth getting hurt over, I really wanted to play.
Moving on later that night about an hour before we had to leave, I still didn't know if I was going or not. Dad was on my side now and wanted me to go for the practice and told mom a wouldn't get hurt. Mom still determined to change our minds, put the guilt trip on, she said "fine go but when you get hurt think of what the volleyball team will think." YES, all I could think of is that she said I could go. I went to the practice learnt a little, and had one of the most fun times of my life.
I wasn't told I could play with the team but I told Troy Rookes I was going to play. The first game I wanted to play so bad but mom, dad, and Ashton were against this. We had volleyball conferences the next day and I knew I wasn't going to happen. The same happened for the second game, and I didn't go. However about 2 hours before I was going to leave for the third game I was just telling my parents. I said I was going because I didn't have volleyball and I didn't see anything wrong with going.
My parents still didn't want me to get hurt but I said I would be fine. It was also snowing and the game was around two and a half hours away, in Meadow Lake. The reason that played a factor on things was because they needed to be there if I was going to play. I said to dad "you have a 4x4 truck for a reason if you want to come then go." After more debating I finally heard "you can go" I don't know who said it but it didn't matter. I went there with my cousin Kinley, his friend Colby, our buddy Marcus, and one guy Derek, who I didn't know. I was so pumped to be playing and I even got an assist my first game. Looking back at it I think it is a little stupid, but all that matters is that I got to play.
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