Not your Traditional Home

My home is freezing cold. There are no comfy beds or sofas, only benches. Many people of all shapes and sizes visit morning, noon and night , 7 days per week. There is screaming and hollering and an occasional scuffle. But, when that black puck drops my teammates hearts heat up when racing down the ice for a goal. The frosty cold benches are covered with bum warmers and coffee cups. While the smell of rink fries and ketchup fills the sweaty cold air. Generations of hockey players jump up and down in excitement. This is my home where I can be myself in complete joy and happiness.