My kids got into field hockey a couple of years back.
I'm now a certified, 100% "hockey Dad"...I'm typing this from the clubhouse, where I'm either 5 or 6 days per week - depending upon whether it's home or away games.
The granny of 2 of the girls in my 8 yr old daughter's team was chatting with one of the dads - they were lamenting the world-beating incompetence of Belgian politicians when it comes to delivering public infrastructure - and it turns out said granny was born on the same street in Brussels where I had my first apartment!
Spookier still was that she said there was a hairdresser on the ground floor...as was the flat I had!
We had to fire up Street View and check things out.
No, it wasn't the same building...she was born and lived 30 years in nr 48, I had my place across the road in nr 51....but her best mate's dad was the owner of the hairdresser in nr 51, and spent plenty of time "upstairs" before it got converted into flats.
She was able to explain some historical stuff about the local area that I didn't know, and I was able to tell her some rollicking stories about her favourite bar