Personal Narrative: The Clock At The Detroit Lakes Hockey Arena

In desperate moments, time seems to drag on for eternities. The clock at the Detroit Lakes Hockey Arena does just that. It is the section final girls hockey game. We, the Storm’n Sabres, are playing the Roseau Rams for a chance to go to the state hockey tournament. Winning this game would mark the first time in Storm’n Sabres girls hockey history that a high school team makes it to the state tournament. The arena is old fashioned and looks like a barn from the outside. It is unlike many other arenas because the inside is made completely of wood. The lights shine brightly down on the ice; however, the ice is not top of line ice because it tends to become full of snow quickly.
Looking up across the ice at the clock, I saw three minutes and thirty-seven seconds left up on the board. At
We were the champions. Skating as fast as possible, I rushed from the blue line to the net where our goalie was. Our team dog piled on top of one another and screamed with joy. Cheering and crying rang throughout the entire arena. I was elated, tears streamed down my face as I hugged my teammates. After a few seconds, our team recognized that we needed to shake hands with the other team. I understood the defeat and sadness in the opposing teams’ eyes because earlier in the year, I lost to an underdog team in the soccer section final. After the hand shaking, I was a given a medal from my coach. The Detroit Lakes hockey arena is a place that I will never forget. I will always cherish the great memories that were made in this arena. This arena taught me the importance of working hard and pushing oneself to be better everyday. Throughout the entire season, our team pushed each other and made sure that every player was going one hundred percent all of the time. In the end, our everlasting hard work paid off when we won the section final game and made Storm’n Sabres Girls Hockey history. This arena will always be a place of happiness to me and a place of serenity to