LOCALadk Magazine

64 Winter 2017 LOCALadk Magazine LOCALadk I was born and raised in Gothenburg, Sweden. I moved to the United States when I was 17 years old to attend prep school in Lake Placid, New York. My dad went to college here in the U.S. and it was a dream of mine to come to America and attend college. My parents and I figured prep school would be the best way for me to get ready for that. Now, I'm a senior at SUNY Canton and I play for the men's hockey team. Ever since I can remember I have loved hockey. I started playing when I was five years old. My dad used to take me to the hometown pro team and it was my favorite thing. My best friend also played and I begged my parents to let me start. That was when my parents finally brought me to my home rink and I laced up for the first time. Here we are, 19 years later, and I still love hockey. As much as I love to play hockey in an official rink, there's something truly special about playing outside on a frozen pond or lake. If you have ever done so, you know exactly what I'm talking about; anyone could back me up on this. There's something about the cold breeze whispering over your face, the cold Adirondack air watering your eyes until a single tear rolls down your cheek, the frosty air creeping into your lungs, and the car ving sound only a skate makes when you stride down a lake. The ice looks like straight glass and it's the most perfect thing you have ever seen. When we play on a lake, nets are made up of anything you can get your hands on. The stands are the mountains and trees. The mountains look like they are painted on a canvas. It's breathtaking. All the worries and problems of the world disappear with the wind and you become one with the ice. You never feel more home than at that exact moment. "All the worries and problems of the world disappear with the wind and you become one with the ice. You never feel more home than at that exact moment."

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