CHAPTER FIVETravis
Travis woke up early—long before practice started. His racing thoughts of the beauty at the practice rink had kept him awake more than he should’ve been. At least eight hours of sleep were needed for him to be his best on the ice. He had picked up good lifestyle habits from his grandmother, but the other kids also made a big impression on him, when he started playing ice hockey. He would watch what the other dads were teaching their kids. He had fallen in love with hockey the first time he set foot on the ice, and he had wanted to learn anything that would make him better.
Travis had accomplished a lot in his career and was trying to make something for himself. But that goal would only be possible if he kept his head down and his nose to the grind.
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