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Personal Narrative: Catching The Puck
Catching the Puck

Virtually sitting across from an idol is not the same and really experiencing it, but seeing as our minds are more alike than most made things very comfortable. Chelsea Furlani has always been very easy to interact with. She’s has been apart of my family even before I was born. Making such a connection creates a comfortable environment that can make an interview feel like an interactive conversation. Both smiling through the whole conversation, just enjoying talking about the one thing we love the most. You can feel the connection between the space that we have, the combining forces of our passion makes it almost intense to witness. It feels like that we are entrapped in an alternate universe that has its own separate language.

At first a passion can’t be yours unless introduced in some way. Chelsea was introduced by her family, “I got into playing sports as a young child because sports were a passion of my dad's, which then quickly became a passion of my own. As I got older sports just became something that I did and the thought of not playing a sport each season was definitely out of the question.” She
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BAHA for hockey is just a generalized organization for girls and boys trying to get the experience they need for when they are older, like a rec team. Progressing in the years was both fun and helpful for Chelsea, coaches from all and leagues are very connected and seeing how she moved up in ranks means she was noticed by those around her. “I played for the North American Hockey Academy (NAHA) out of Stowe, VT from 6th grade until my sophomore year of high school.” Enjoying her experience Chelsea continues her new found passion all through high school, winning two state championships with my aunt Katie Bilodeau, and all through college. Playing four years at UVM opened Chelsea’s eyes making her realize that soon her lovely hobby would

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