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Written by: GSH Contributing Writer I hated that bumpy area of the ice in by the old apple tree. Struggling across that ice in my backyard, all I ever wanted to do was to play with bigger kids, but instead I'd be thrown in nets, mainly due to the timeless unproven out door rink crime of "Being the little guy", something that always seemed to be deemed righteous due to the fact that "well your the youngest, you have to". |