I’m racking my brain and nothing is coming to mind. There were certain things I treasured, I guess– my baseball glove, my bike. I used to like going out in our back yard to smash rocks– to see what they looked like on the inside.
As an older kid, through the high school years, I couldn’t wait to get home from school and down to the pond to skate. So, hockey equipment became a bit of an obsession for awhile, even though I was limited in what I could get. I used to love going to the local hockey shop and picking up a new stick, maybe a puck or a roll of tape. I would drool over a pair of CCM Tacks, which were always out of reach. I did get a nice pair of Bauer Black Panthers, though, which served me well even into college.
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