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The ice on the rink was as rough as a turtle’s shell. I was playing a hockey game and was fighting for the puck. Suddenly, a forward on my opponent’s team, who was about a foot taller than me, started skating fast towards the boards to get the puck. I tried to curl away so I wouldn’t get hurt, but before I could he checked me.

In a flash, my body was fired at the boards, just like a cannon ball getting shot out of a cannon. I could feel the excruciating pain flowing through my body. My legs were lapped over each other. I tried to comfort my arm because it was throbbing with pain.
Passing out was not an option, so using all the might and force I could gather I stumbled to my feet. I was dazed and confused. I felt like I had just been on a roller coaster, and my legs wobbled as I tried to stand.

Bracing the door that my tears were pounding on, I skated over to the middle of the ice to start the new face off. I heard the crowd cheering for #12, my shirt number. My heart was jumping like a kangaroo and I felt like I was going to vomit. I shook it off and skated around in a circle trying to get my senses back.

When my shift was over I went to the boards. All the coaches asked if I was all right. I coughed up, “Y....yes”. That was one of the most scary experiences of my life. Having my body completely thrown at the boards is a lot more frightening then it seems. It looks like just hitting the boards, but it’s a lot more than that! I realized the dangers of going at the boards with a kid about two times your size and discovered that's the risk of playing hockey.