It’s the fall of 1992 and I’m a thirteen year old chubby kid who has just watched The Mighty Ducks. Immediately, my interest in the sport of hockey is high. This is a sport that I want to learn how to play, but sadly, youth hockey programs are pretty much non-existent in Southern California. Especially in Riverside.
Even if there were, my father was in between jobs, which was a hard time for our family for years, after he had been laid off from the Santa Fe Railway in 1988. My interest had me begging my parents for a pair of rollerblades so I could pretty much teach myself how to skate.