I spent a good amount of time in high school as a rink rat at the rink I played at. I learned how to sharpen skates, zamboni the ice (don't tell anyone though because I was only 14), and clean up the ungodly amounts of shit that kids would throw both on and off the ice. My favorite thing was the hockey camps though. Very regularly I'd help out or sometimes even get paid to be one of the shooters or instructors at the Heartland Hockey Camp for youngsters, and being able to impart some of my admittedly limited wisdom at the time was special. To this day I run in to kids that I worked with over the years and seeing how far they've come both in hockey and in life is definitely a one of a kind feeling. I still remember a little guy named Frankie, had to be 7 or 8 years old, he bar downed one of our instructor goalies that was playing college hockey at the time. That kid will go down in Heartland history.