I was about ten years old when my mom signed me up for playing hockey. When I was younger, my skating form was talked about by other parents as incredibly graceful, so it’s no surprise that my parents want me to use my skills on the ice. Over the Summer, my parents gladly stuck around to watch every one of my practice days – even though I spent most of it shivering from the industrial grade air conditioner 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 me to stop playing video games all day after school, but now I know they wanted me to play a sport, make some friends and maybe become a professional player! Oh, and they also did it to be in an ice-cold building for hours at a time. Did I mention we live in the deep south? Summer nights here are still in the mid-eighties, so you have to beat the heat in some way. For them, it was heavenly to sit in the stands, and embrace the cold shivers that come from having a powerful air conditioning system blasting cold air at them. They’d spend the whole ride home, talking about how great I was – and also talk about how comfortable it is at the ice rink. They were obsessed with the air conditioning system used at that place! Funny thing is, it’s refrigerant being pumped through the rink’s floor which makes the ground so cold. It’s like the opposite of radiant floor heating! I bet my parents would love a system like that at their own home. Of course they wouldn’t need it now, since my folks moved way up north after I moved out. Nowadays, all they talk about is how they love to wear a jacket and use their furnace every day.