When I was a kid, there was pond not far from our ball field that we use to skate on.
In any event, I really couldn’t stand up on the darn things so hockey was out of the question - BUT, I could plant myself in one place and act like I knew what I was doing as a goalie.
A family from Quebec was visiting relatives in the neighborhood and they found themselves on the pond one afternoon, skating with the rest of us. When the hockey sticks came out and the rubber biscuit was dropped - they wanted in. These kids were smaller than us — so, why not.
After about ten minutes of skating, I got knuckled off the skull about forty times, two of my buddies had black eyes, and the rest of group found themselves in the bushes from time to time.
It turned out that they were part of family that was famous for some hockey greats or something like that, in Quebec. Never seen anybody skate like those kids – never!
That was the last time I visited that pond during the winter. Even today, while driving by once and while, I’ll remember where this guy landed, this guy nearly lost his teeth, and I nearly got a concussion.