Picture it, Badger, Minnesota. The Year is 2005. A young boy tentatively steps out on the ice for the first time. He weebles and wobbles as he slowly tries to make his way to center ice. About halfway there, he begins to fall only to caught up by a pair of strong hands from behind. Guided by these strong hands he is led around the rink, his confidence ever growing. Slowly building speed as they go around the rink, until that moment when the hands let go and he finds himself gliding across the ice on his own. A smile begins to grow as he feels the wind on his face, and hears the sounds of the ice under his skates. He thinks to himself, "There is nothing like the feeling of flying across the ice." He looks up to find himself surrounded by his family, his father, grandfather, great uncles, and cousins, all of whom are wearing their hockey gear. His father hands him a hockey stick and says, " Alright son, it's time to learn to play hockey the Hanson way."

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