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I could hear the familiar sounds of skates carving ice.

Pucks ricocheting off boards. The muffled voices of parents and players echoing off in the distance. That rink smell, rubber and ice. I left our small dressing room, walking a dimly lit corridor towards the ice.

Despite these familiarities, something was very different this time. I was no longer a player; I was now a referee.