Great Memories of Pond Hockey
I have such fond memories of pond hockey as a youth. Every afternoon after school we would race home, grab our gear, and meet and shovel snow off the ice, if necessary. Depending on which pond we were playing on, there would be one or more games going on. Often someone would have to lay flat on the ice and very slowly inch towards our only puck that was on the edge of very thin ice.
On weekends, we would throw 4 or 5 oranges for food in our hockey bag and play all day. Players would come and go but the game would continue until sunset. No one kept score, the idea was to improve skills and have fun. A great period in my life.
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