Narrative Essay On Hockey

“Good Luck , David” said my mom and my sister. It was finally the day that I was going to tryout to make the “A” team of the NJ Avalanche. I worked as hard as an ant all year, I took hockey lessons before school, and afterschool, till 11 o’clock.. I started hockey because of my friend, which he introduced me to hockey, which then I was interested in playing hockey. Today, I have to go to the Ice House to attend the tryout at 7 o'clock.. I knew I could do it, but on the other hand, I was thinking about what is going to happen if I do not make the team. I had to keep telling myself that I can do it and that I will make the team.
Today was not any different than any other day. I got up, ate breakfast, went to school, and came back. I knew my tryout was at 7 o’clock., so I went straight to Cutting Edge, which is a place I often go for defensive clinic, and once again, I was practicing defensive skills, which I had to skate as fast as a cheetah. Actually, I have been practicing almost the same thing for a whole year. I am always thankful to my sister, because she waits hours and hours outside when I have hockey practice, which is pretty boring. My sister is as nice as an angel. Also, I knew that there is still room to improve. I was excited and nervous at the same time, because it is finally the day of the
We were all nervous. I also had mixed emotions. I thought about how hard I’ve worked all year, and I was determined to make the team. I had to sacrifice my time, which I would be doing homework.. I also thought about how my mom always would give me car rides to go to practice, because without her, I would not have been able to practice so often. She is an angel. Then I made a joke to break the silence, and my sister started laughing. After that, we talked about what we are going to do after the tryout, and other stuff. Then after about 5 minutes of talking, we arrived at the Ice