Last year I wrote about going to my first hockey game, thanks to dad. This year it’s about how a hockey injury shaped my personality.
Back when i was in middle school, my friends and I had the same routine every day. Come home, play hockey. If there’s time for homework, then it gets done. But not until we were done playing hockey. It was hockey, every day, and nothing else.
Also at that time, my parents still had a bed time for me. It was an hour later on Friday and Saturday nights since there was no school the next day. One Saturday, my dad comes and tells me to go to bed. No way, I still had an hour left! That’s when my dad started telling me that it was Sunday, not Saturday. He asked if I remembered my injury. What injury? He said I’d been playing hockey outside and had fallen and hit my head. Apparently I had knocked myself out and missed a day. I was frustrated and went to bed, and started crying because I couldn’t remember getting hurt.
That’s when my mom decided to step in and tell me that it was a joke. After that moment, anything my dad said, i’d always look at my mom to see if he’s kidding or not. As I grew, I began to take on his prankster personality. I’ve convinced people that they’ve accidentally adopted children, put fake license plates on friends cars, among other things. and it all goes back to that day, when I got “knocked out”.
Dad, thanks for the sick sense of humor.
Happy Fathers Day!
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