Home

My home is when I am on my outdoor rink. The cold air in my nose as I breathe in. Home is the beautiful sound of me ripping a "bardownski" after dangling out my brother. Home is the sharp pain of my skate laces digging into my cut when I am tying them up. Home is coming inside to drink the steaming hot chocolate. Home is the shovel cutting through the crisp snow on the outdoor rink. Home is me looking for pucks in the soft deep snow. Home is the crunch of the ice when I am carving my edges into the ice. Home is the sound of hype music blasting from the speaker on my outdoor rink so I can stay hyped up. Any outdoor rink will be my home.