There's a reason my family stays close to home.
For her birthday, my daughter wanted tickets to see the local hockey team (The Mooseheads) play their second game on home ice. So, that's what we did.
After a half hour, we finally found a parking spot. We figured the afternoon hockey game, and the sunny weather had a lot of people out and about. A hike over and down The Hill led us to The Centre. We grabbed some snacks and made our way to our seats (my daughter wanted to see the team warm up).
As soon as I sat, I said, "Wow, great seats, but we're above glass and close to the ice. I don't want to get hit by a flying puck." My daughter's response, "Mum, we won't get hit."
The game started, and I was heard making the odd comment, "keep an eye on that puck" as it viciously hit the boards.
My hand grabbed that hard iced bullet and wasn't letting go. I then stood and gave it to my daughter.
Thankfully, my husband was quick thinking and reflected the puck from hitting our baby girl. His two fingers were quite red, and my daughter has a bruise on her arm, but it could have been much worse.
Needless to say, we're not leaving the house any time soon, lol.