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When I Got My Hockey Equipment - By JG

One day I asked my Dad if we needed to get new hockey equipment. On Tuesday my Dad came in with a big bag of hockey stuff...

He tried to put my shoulder and chest pads on but my head was too big. Then my Dad went to the store for bigger ones, but I did not want to wear them to practice.

It was my game but I still did not want to wear my equipment.

Then it was the end of my game. My Dad asked me if I wanted to wear my hockey equipment. I said on Monday.

I was at practice and my Dad put my equipment on. I went on the ice and I didn't like my hockey equipment for awhile but...

I got used to it. I thought to myself it was the best hockey equipment ever! I told my Dad this is the best hockey equipment ever.

Finally, I told him to never throw my equipment away.

The End

Comments

Karen said…
Excellent story, JG!
carey said…
i want to know how he spelled "equipment."
Susan said…
I have no idea - I am guessing spell check the friend to all 8 year olds :)
Karen said…
I'm waiting for a basketball post..

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