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There are lot of unexpected things about growing older, but what you describe is one of the most disconcerting. It gets even more so when you haven't seen the childhood friends of your kids since they were kids.
On the other hand, my granddaughters are the light of my life.
Growing up in Canada, hockey was played at the neighbourhood outdoor rink. We had one about 100 yards up the road. Around November, the boards (sheets of plywood framed with 2x4s were stood up and connected to form the sides. Then, when the weather consistently dropped below freezing, a water hose was hooked up, pulled out and turned on... the rink was 'flooded'.
After that water froze, someone would use their truck with a plow to level the ice. Repeat a few more times... and the rink was ready to use.
If it snowed, plow again, flood, plow... play.
Then, someone decided it was too cold/hard to play outdoors and 'organized' leagues moved indoors... and hockey became too expensive for most people - it became a game of the 'haves' rather than the 'have nots'.
In a city of 55,000 people, there was only one indoor rink, so games were scheduled around the clock.
And police in red serge? The Royal Canadian Mounted Police where the red jacket uniform for formal occasions.
If you get a chance to see the RCMP musical ride, it is worth the price of admission.
I grew up in the outskirts of St. Paul. We had a pond on our property. When it froze, you could skate and practice your slap shot. Goals were fashioned out of snowbanks. We kids pushed shovels around to clear our "rink" after a dump. Nothing was very organized but man we could skate better than <insert hero> by December. I miss speed skating that was fun, but not enough to subject my ankles and knees to it now.
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible." - Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004