One of these times where my parents dropped me at my aunt and uncle's trailer (with a basement), I got to visit a bunch of arenas to attend hockey games one of my cousin was playing. For some reason I can't recall seeing much hockey but instead lots of wandering around rural ice rinks.
Actually I remember one game I attended. I conveniently chose a seat behind the visiting team's goalie. I was alarmingly unsupervised come to think of it. It's with wonder I discovered a pair of light switches in front of my seat. I didn't even think twice about flipping them randomly to find out what they did. It was obviously the switches lighting up the red and green lights the judges action to signal a goal or a period end. It pissed off the entire arena and I got scolded by strangers.
I quickly withdrew to resume aimless roaming in the halls. On my path I noticed an entire rack of nazi uniforms on wheels. The plastic covers over them suggested they came straight from the dry cleaner. Even though I was seven I knew nazis were somewhat the pinnacle of evil. Thanks to watching WWII documentaries on History channel with my father. This unsettled me to no end. It's only today I realize that it probably was some sort of On Ice adaptation of The Sound of Music. I'll stop my investigation right about here.
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