It is barely light on a Saturday morning - the temperature during the last two nights was well below freezing - the neighbor kids have waited months for this day - it's time for pond hockey! .
A few hours later, the sun streams through the trees lighting the ice and casting long shadows. I bet these kids will carry with them for all their lives, the memory of playing on this little neighborhood pond - the sights above coupled with the echoing sounds of pressure cracks, the scrape of sharpened steel blades on ice, and the slap of a wooden stick on a rubber puck. These are sights and sounds of a lifetime.
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