Izzy’s Magical Camogie Adventure

Excerpt From Izzy’s Magical Camogie Adventure

I realised that these women looked like the camogie players in the photos around the time that my great grandmother Maureen was playing camogie. Could it be that her magic bracelet had taken me to one of her games?

I looked down at my hand and to my astonishment, I was still holding my hurley! I looked around and saw a player close by me on the side-line. She looked very sad. She looked at me as if she was confused to see me. “How did you get in here?” she asked, “you’re too young to be playing”. I thought quickly. “I was just helping out on the side-line” I said. This seemed to be a satisfactory answer for her. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Annmarie” she replied and then burst into tears. “What’s wrong?” I asked, “are you not going to get a run, is that why you are sad?” “Oh no that’s not it” she said. “My hurley broke during the match and there’s no spares so I can’t play anymore. And it means we are down a player”. “No spares I said incredulously, “doesn’t the coach bring extra hurleys?” She looked at me like I was an alien. “Spares”, she said, “we are lucky to have one hurley each. Peggie out there had to beg her neighbour to lend her his one, as hers broke before we left, and he wasn’t very happy about it! Sure we have no money to buy hurleys!”

Izzy is an eight-year-old girl who lives in Ireland and loves all sport, especially camogie and Gaelic football.

Izzy plays Gaelic football with her local club “Bally GAA” and has just started playing camogie.

Izzy is very excited to learn how to play camogie, but she is frustrated when she can’t master all the skills as quickly as she would like. One day, Izzy puts on her great grandmother’s bracelet, which is made of old All Ireland medals that her great grandmother won a long time ago. Just like during her first magical adventure, the bracelet takes Izzy on a journey, but this time, it’s a different type of adventure! This new magical journey is just as exciting as her first one, and it sees Izzy come back with some important lessons learned and with more than just new camogie skills!

Excerpt From Izzy’s Magical Camogie Adventure

I realised that these women looked like the camogie players in the photos around the time that my great grandmother Maureen was playing camogie. Could it be that her magic bracelet had taken me to one of her games?

I looked down at my hand and to my astonishment, I was still holding my hurley! I looked around and saw a player close by me on the side-line. She looked very sad. She looked at me as if she was confused to see me. “How did you get in here?” she asked, “you’re too young to be playing”. I thought quickly. “I was just helping out on the side-line” I said. This seemed to be a satisfactory answer for her. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Annmarie” she replied and then burst into tears. “What’s wrong?” I asked, “are you not going to get a run, is that why you are sad?” “Oh no that’s not it” she said. “My hurley broke during the match and there’s no spares so I can’t play anymore. And it means we are down a player”. “No spares I said incredulously, “doesn’t the coach bring extra hurleys?” She looked at me like I was an alien. “Spares”, she said, “we are lucky to have one hurley each. Peggie out there had to beg her neighbour to lend her his one, as hers broke before we left, and he wasn’t very happy about it! Sure we have no money to buy hurleys!”