I was about ten years aged when our mom signed me 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 me to use our skills on the ice. Over the Summer, our parents cheerfully stuck around to watch every a single of our practice nights – although 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 afternoon after school, however now I suppose they wanted me to play a interest, make some friends and maybe become a professional player! Oh, and they also did it to be in an ice-chilly building for minutes 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 chilly shivers that come from having a powerful air conditioner method blasting chilly 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 conditioner method used at that locale! 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 method 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 jacket and use their oil furnace every afternoon.