One time, at band camp (played the flute): We went to a really fun camp, but during the soccer tournament between schools I got into a word battle with some kid trying to impress a girl on the sidelines. I beefed him after the game in a playground area and started and finished a fight. Ran away, got caught, then I was like…...damn I don’t want to be a jerk, just chill guy….....................................::..Then another time in hockey we were playing a team that was getting moved up 2 teir’s, we were the only 2 teams to be undefeated (but they were undefeated by a much larger margin), anyways they kicked our asses. I remember in the third period we were in their zone, and me playing center was infront of the net for a pass. These 2 huge defenseman just crosschecked me for like 3 minutes and I was just floppin around trying to get away from the slot. I circle around behind their high slot centerman and came in for a sneak attack waiting for a pass. The other team had a defenseman who grabbed up the puck and tried to come out the middle at the same time as my sneak attack, and he threw the puck away fearing a huge hit, we turned it around and I was thinking “hey that worked”. So I circled around to do it again after the puck got flipped back into the near side (circling far side). Anyways, some guy skated off their bench which was close to their blue line, made a straight line for me and charged me right when I was starting to turn towards the net. He got me at the exact moment I was shifting my momentum towards the play, butt-ended me in the chest and I couldnt move for a while. I came to with a bunch of people standing around me, and fought everythign I saw because I had lost it, punched the reff. Worst moment of my life, not a team-mate stepped in, not a person watching the game said “dirty hit” or talked to me after. I used to want to kill that guy who hit me, but then after much thought I came to a realization that maybe he thought I was just trying to charge people without trying to go after the puck. what if tht’s what my team thought too? And the reff? And the coaches? All they said to me was “calm down”. I don’t dwell on it so much, I think about the good times usually, but sometimes my mind slips and I am there.