The scene: a high school in New Jersey. I was in my junior year. I was headed toward a side entrance, crossing near a paved area that had been flooded and was frozen . The hockey team was practicing. I was vaguely aware that the group had suddenly become silent. The scraping of skate blades on ice had stopped. Then I saw something flash past my face and heard a roar of laughter go up from the players. I think I know who fired the puck. Fortunately for me, his aim was off. Fortunately for all concerned, my family did not own a firearm.