Love and basketball
As you know, your human and so am I and we are not perfect. We all will make mistakes in our life time at some point or another. Those mistakes we make we shouldn’t knock ourselves for. Instead, we should learn from our mistakes. There is one mistake that I made that stands out the most and that I regret more than others. I stopped playing basketball after my freshman year of high school. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret setting the ball down and walking out of Case Arena, my high school gym.
Basketball has always been a ritual so to speak, in my family. When I learned how to walk as a baby, the first toy that was given to me was a basketball. Then before you knew it, I was learning the beginning fundamentals of the game. At the age of five was when the game of basketball was really being stressed to me. My mother made sure that I had one of those stand up basketball goals in my toy room. In addition, for the most part I would be in the toy room shooting the basketball for hours on in. Since I was young, the ball wouldn’t go in the basket most of the time of course, but it was the whole concept of bettering my skills and abilities.
The years went by and I got older, and my skills began to better and better. Then one day I was in the fifth grade, on the team, and ready as ever to begin playing competitive basketball. My mom knew that when the season started up that she wouldn’t be seeing me as much anymore. The reason being was because I was outside practicing every minute I could. When game time came around I was always ready. I started every game and eventually our season came to an end. At the end of the season I was awarded the “MVP Award.” To this day I still have the trophy and its sitting on my shelf in my bedroom at home. This trophy opened the book to my life and love of basketball.
My so called “career” of basketball continued