I had been wanting to try goalie for a while now but never had the opportunity. Excitedly, I ran over to the mesh bag that contained the communal goalie gear that stunk from many uses and very little washing. At that age, there was a lot of equipment you had to wear. I threw on the clunky hard-shelled shin guards, baggy thigh pads, oversized chest protector and clanking helmet. Once everything was on and adjusted as best as it could be, I grabbed the gloves and stick and waddled into the goal.
From that point on I knew that I wanted to be a goalie. There was no doubt in my mind. I loved the thrill of making the save and clearing the ball out. I loved the challenge of getting the next one after a ball snuck by you from a shot that opposing attacker took. I went home that day begging my parents to buy me a goalie stick. Finally, after more practices and actually playing in a game as goalie, they knew that was the position I would stay in and got me a stick.