Joseph Weston first wanted to play hockey because it came naturally to him. There used to be a long drainage ditch on his way to school that he would skate on when the weather got cold enough, something Joseph Weston has talked about in previous prompts about these kinds of things. It just seemed like the normal thing to him, playing hockey. It wasn't any particular or special person, it was just something that he could pick up a hockey stick and do. Grabbing the puck, shooting it, he all learned slowly by himself before picking up more pickup games at local ice arenas. What made hockey special to Joseph Weston was that it was like breathing air, you don't know how badly you need it till it is gone. He is always thankful for the time he gets to spend on the ice, and wouldn't spend it anywhere else if given the option.