I walked to the doorstep of the hockey rink in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Then my dad asked me," Would you like to play hockey." Of course I said yes. My love for hockey started when I would travel with my dad to all his hockey tournaments. I was 3 years old at the time, and now I'm 15. I've moved to California, North Dakota, and now I live in Roseau, Minnesota. I go to open hockey at least two hours a day. It is offered almost everyday except for when we are hosting one of Minnesota's most prestigious youth hockey tournaments.
My goal in hockey is to hopefully play division one hockey. I know if I continue to give it my all I will be able to play hockey after high school. I know it's a cliche but I would love to someday play professional hockey. It is a lofty dream, but it is a dream I will never give up on.