I would head to the basement of the Red Kelly house where me and my family grew up. Deep in the old cellar was a space dubbed the “hockey room” by my mom. My older brothers would spread out their equipment there to dry. I would play in the room trying on all sorts of gross, smelly equipment. It was so much fun. Getting ready for my own practice as a mite, I wandered up stairs to have my picture taken in the greenhouse. You can see the old black-and-white tv in the background. I dulled a lot of steel blades by walking on that brick floor in front of the rear fireplace. Back then we didn’t have children’s sticks. You can see I’m sporting a wooden adult stick cut to about 3 feet tall for me to play with. Even though I’m right handed, I shoot lefty – probably because a lefty stick is all I could find in the basement. It was originally my brother Mark’s.