When I was finally old enough to join the Junior Curling Program at the Napanee District Curling Club, my dad would pick me up from elementary school every Wednesday and drive me to the club. There was always a warm grilled cheese waiting for me on the passenger seat.

He would drop me off at the club and race home to milk cows and my mom would pick me after she got off work. I would spend hours in the brightly lit ice shed throwing rocks or learning life's lessons from the older members.

Fast forward 20 years and I was able to capture the Ontario Tankard and qualify to represent our province at The Brier; a childhood dream for myself, my parents and many members of the club. Being able to pass my dad the trophy I had worked my whole life at winning made up for all those grilled cheeses he passed me in the passenger seat.

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