Personal Narrative Essay: My Favorite Memories Of Dek Hockey

When most people hear the word hockey, they think about skating, ice, and a puck. What most people do not think about is running, the blistering heat, and a small orange ball, however, I do. That is because I play dek hockey, not ice, meaning that we run, and our season is never over. Playing hockey is my favorite thing to do, and I have so many fond memories. Some of those memories are, playing hockey at Bill’s Golfland, U.S.A. Ball Hockey Tryouts, and playing at Penn Hills Dek Hockey. I started playing hockey about three or four years ago, and I soon grew to love the sport. I started out at Bill’s Golfland in Rostraver, where I met my first coach, Craig Bonari. At first I played in the inhouse league, where there were four teams that played each other and then had playoffs for the

I arrived at practice on time and that is when all of the running started. For what seemed like hours, we only sprinted down and back on the dek, until finally, it was over. All practices were like that though, and after a while, I was getting used to it. As for the people, the coaches were nice enough, and I met some of my best friends there. Michael, Julian, Marco, and Tyler were the first people who talked to me. I was still playing with Bill’s for local tournaments, but I was traveling with Penn Hills to places like New Jersey and Canada. Then one day, problems started arising. I was practicing with Penn Hills, preparing for a tournament in New Jersey, instead of going to Bill’s, and they started cutting my playing time. At that point I had to make a decision; Penn Hills, or Bill’s. I chose Penn Hills, and I do not regret it for a second. Later that season, we traveled to the New Jersey tournament and had a blast. In the hotel at night we would swim, play basketball, and relax in Michael’s room, only getting in a little bit of trouble. All in all, playing dek hockey is my favorite thing to