R.I.P. Lloyd Paulson.

My world exists in a place known only to those who have been here before. It is a place that allows me to escape the daily routine of life, to experience moments all my own, yet shared with others, my world exists on the ice, where I retain lifelong memories filled with the grandeur of battles past. It is here that life gives me opportunities to delve into a world only hockey players can appreciate. A world where anticipation is heavy with fear as I lace up my skates, knowing fate is in my hands with the stick that I taped. What would I do without this game in my life, or the place where dreams are made? What would I do without the dressing room, the smell of sweat-dried equipment, and the chatter of small talk as I prepare to go to war? What would I do without the cold crisp air burning my lungs as I skate hours on end, early mornings, late nights? What would I do without the traveling of great distances to take to the ice, or the sounds of pucks banging off battle-scarred boards? There is only one thing to do, and that would be to do it again, knowing that I wouldn’t change it for anything. You see, each time I put on my jersey, I take pride in the very crest that means I am part of something special: A group of athletes willing to sacrifice individual achievements for the ultimate goal.

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...the coolest beer hat EVER MADE, tailored specically for all rock


...and who can forget, good smart, timeless beaks. its a skill really

NATS GRADE 5 YEARBOOK COMMENT:

fav memory: "well my favourtie memory of the year was when ms biddle slapped our bums on our birthdays...well it wasnt like a mean slap. it was more like a fiendly tap, gently, on the bum with a meter stick."

goals : "well I want to become more organized..."


...oh you are one special egg, very special indeed