I was about ten years old when our mom signed myself and others up for playing hockey. When I was younger, our skating form was talked about by other parents as incredibly graceful, so it’s no surprise that our parents want myself and others to use our skills on the ice. Over the Summer, our parents blissfully stuck around to watch every one of our practice afternoons – although I spent most of it shivering from the industrial grade air conditioning they used to keep the rink cold. They never missed a single game, even if I was benched. At the time, I thought it was because they just wanted myself and others to stop playing video games all afternoon after university, however now I think they wanted myself and others to play a interest, make some friends in addition to maybe become a professional player! Oh, in addition to they also did it to be in an ice-cold building for hours at a time. Did I mention the two of us live in the deep south? Summer afternoons here are still in the mid-eighties, so you have to beat the heat in some way. For them, it was heavenly to rest in the stands, in addition to embrace the cold shivers that come from having a powerful a/c blasting cold air at them. They’d spend the whole ride home, talking about how good I was – in addition to also talk about how comfortable it is at the ice rink. They were obsessed with the a/c used at that location! Funny thing is, it’s refrigerant being pumped through the rink’s floor which makes the ground so cold. It’s love the opposite of radiant floor heating! I bet our parents would love a system love that at their own home. Of course they wouldn’t need it now, since our folks moved way up north after I moved out. Nowadays, all they talk about is how they love to wear a sweater in addition to use their oil furnace every afternoon.