Heroes

Heroes

We skated around with the cold winter air hitting our faces. The sticks were slapping and the pucks were flying. Hearing the occasionally ping as one would ricochet of the goal pipe. We were the boys of winter. Every day after school we would go down to the frozen lake playing the game we loved until we could see no longer.

As we skated and played our hearts out on this little pond we imagined ourselves on the big stage, with the fans cheering and all the eyes on us. That’s the moment we put ourselves in every time we played.

One night after a full day, we were in the basement all huddled around. Our eyes wide open not for a second looking off the screen. Our hometown heroes were playing the biggest game the city had seen. Time was counting down, minutes were ticking by and finally the game was down to seconds. All of the sudden 5,4,3,2,1...they won it. The caps won, they did it. We shouted and cheered, “Rock the Red.” The streets of DC were flooded with the color of red as we looked on the TV.

For us this was more than just a championship win. This was our dream. The hometown heroes who we idolized, won. The spotlight was on them. In our hearts, this is what we wanted. The few of us, the boys of the neighborhood, becoming the heroes of DC. We fantasized about that every day that we played. After that game, every time we skated on that little pond of ice in the back of our houses, that’s who we thought about that’s the game we imagined. In our own little worlds on that frozen pond dreams became a reality and we were the hometown heroes of DC.

 

Point: Always dream big.

 

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