About Myself

As the oldest son and the youngest of three children, I drew my first breath in the comfort of a hospital in homely Provo, Utah.  When I turned three years of age, I became a Native American, howling at anything as I carried a wooden spear that greatly resembled a fallen oak branch.  My life as a Native American drew to an end around my sixth year when I took rule as the mighty King Sterling.  My reign extended over all of the creatures who fell under my mighty wrath.  I resigned from my rule over three cats, a dog, and a meager collection of fish when I was old enough for baptism.  I could no longer live a civil life but felt as though the woods yearned for me.  That is when I became a courageous explorer that traveled the o’er hill and vale, through the forest to discover lands untouched by mankind.  This fantastic forest through which I ventured encapsulates the small neighborhood of Woodland Hills and keeps a watchful eye on the commotion of Utah Valley.  Around the time that I began to notice a girl about my age, sporting commitments, social obligations, and increasing school work, snatched my curious soul and bound it mercilessly with the bands of responsibility.  I was doomed to be subject to this new power, never to return to the life I once lived. 

Being forced to forsake my former interests, I focused my athletic talents to the area of ice hockey.  A feeling of freedom filled my countenance as raced around the rink despite the eight foot boards that encircled me.  When I play hockey, I am free to skate and feel the wind on my face until my heart is content.  The freedom I feel is not freedom to do anything I want, but rather a freedom from the responsibilities that pulled me from the haven of childhood.  The happiness I feel while playing ice hockey is relieving to me and relatable to the happiness I felt as a child running through the trees around my home. 

As life rushed at me with intimidating speed, I joined a faction commonly known as the Timpview Thunderbirds.  With my athletic skillset, members of the soccer team succeeded in sparking an interest in representing the team as a left midfielder.  As the seasons passed, I played with less soccer players and began to play on a field of brothers.  Finding comfort in the security of the soccer team, I was once again wrenched from my cozy state to attend Brigham Young University.  BYU only appeared to be hostile once I journeyed to the front gate.  I soon found refuge among members of the ice hockey team.  Even with the guard of the hockey team, I was not sheltered from the brutal blow of freshman year; but I rise from the fall, ready to weather the wintry storm.  I stand determined.  I am determined to fight.  I fight to conquer.