So, I've searched and searched and searched through that place for weeks, but I can't find about more than one story that isn't confusing to hell, that tells the story of the Junior Goodwill Games through the eyes of an Icelander. Since I got a new computer ( god, I love it 3) I put my ass in front of it and wrote it myself. Hope someone reads it and actually leaves a comment :)

Please R&R!

We all know that if the Ducks belonged to me, I wouldn't write that here. Besides, the movies are all elder than myself, so it's technically impossible, too.

Prologue:

Philosophical point of view:

Now when I think back, those weeks included some of the greatest moments of my life. I was fourteen years old and it was surely something to be grateful for. How many guys my age had the opurtunity to represent their country at an international level in LA back then? There were 14 others and I out of thousands of guys with one fascination: hockey.

Short self instruction:

I'm 21 years old and about 6,2 feet high. My mother tongue is German, but I speak a few other languages, too. I have a hysterical and over protective mom called Emma and a father (Frederik) who doesn't really care about me, just about my brother (Lukas). He's seven years elder than me and there are worlds between us. He's perfect. Really. He was even then. He is a great son, boyfriend and father (Oh yeah, he put a child into that world. If you ask me it's not just one, but nobody cares what I say.) I have honey blonde hair and dark green eyes. I have no girlfriend, I'm not married. The only important thing in my life's hockey.

What I did before:

My older brother often insists that I couldn't even really go at the time I got my first pair of skates. According to the fact, that I really skate since I can think that comes near to reality. I started playing when I was six as the youngest member of the Skautafelag Reykjavíkur PeeWee team. I stayed there till I got 11. That's it. I didn't play at all till I got recruited for the National Team for the Junior Goodwill Games. I still loved to watch the Juniors Team play, but they didn't want to have me. I was too short, they always said. Okay, I was just 4,9 feet high, but I couldn't help it.

How I can remember that whole shit:

I've written down everything before and during the games, because the Coach told us so. At that time I thought it was stupid, I still somehow do think that, because who asks a fourteen year old hormone driven boy to write down his feelings in a book? I did it anyways. Now it's quite handy, because it's been a few years and I can't really remember every single detail from then.

Something important that has to be said:

Firstly, there are always two or more ways to see a story. That's my point of view.

I knew I forgot something!

My name's Gunnar Florian Stahl and I was part of Team Iceland or the Iceland Vikings from the Junior Goodwill Games which took place from the 2nd July to the 28th August in LA, California in 2003. I'm proud to say I'm an Icelander. I love my country.

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