A trip to the Huntley Community Centre in Carp (my hometown)

I was a “goalie” until around the age of twelve (I think it was mostly because a) no one else wanted to be a goalie and b) the equipment fit me). I can still feel the cold on my plastic mask-covered face from playing at this outdoor rink, strangely this is a fond memory.


As teens, my brother and I (just the two of us) would go to the Carp Ball Diamond and pitch baseballs at each other in simulated Expos vs Pirates games. I was, briefly, the worst groundskeeper this diamond had ever had - I inherited the job from my brother who took the job back after I over-harrowed the infield making the crushed stone feel like quicksand under the player’s feet.

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