Personal Narrative: Basketball

basketball interests me because I have played since i was 4, and i haven't stopped.

When I was younger, basketball was all I wanted to play, it just looked like so much fun. In fifth grade I had my parents sign me up for CYB, then in sixth grade I tried out for middle school basketball and played all the way up until ninth grade. In middle school when I was in eighth grade I was awarded the captain position and that helped me build leadership and responsibility. All of the players especially the younger ones knew they could always come to me at any time if they needed anything or help with anything. High school basketball was a lot different than middle school. In middle school I was one of the star players so I played a lot but in high school that changed. I sat the bench a lot that taught me patience and understanding even

Basketball has been the passion of my life since I was 4 years old. I've always had a competitiveness or desire to not lose. That's why my sophomore year of high school was the worst, but best year of my life. As a freshman I was on JV and had tremendous success. The next year I anticipated a starting varsity role. I couldn't wait, expecting a year even better than the last. All the success I had as a freshman didn't translate as smoothly.

An all time favorite activities of me to do and to watch is basketball. Basketball is something I relish because it's exciting and really affecting, I started playing when I was in fourth grade. When I became attentive in basketball it was because I was trying out sports that year and I determine I admired it and really, enjoying it. Basketball is something my dad, and my brother plays, too. My brother and I try to practice, and learn from each other when we both have the time to practice.

When I was at a young age, I started to develop a love for the game of basketball. It helped me in many ways. It gave me something to do with my spare time and it helped me with whatever problems I may have had going on. For many people, their escape is different music, reading, or alone time. Whatever it may be, we all have one and I found that mine was basketball.

Back when I was in third grade and I first started playing, I wasn't athletic at all. I came from small town Missouri Valley to a bigger town Council Bluffs. I was terrible. I remember when I would play and not know what the difference was between offense and defense, I would play defense the whole game. Then when I had the ball and took it down the court I would walk without dribbling. I remember hearing coach say “Macy you have to dribble” and “Macy you're on offense, get the ball and shoot.” Basketball was very tough and confusing for me. Over the years I have grown into it and have become a pretty good

Basketball has always affected my life ever since I was a kid. I could still remember when my father played basketball for his intercity team way before when I didn't even know what basketball was. Watching him as I grow up just made me want to be like him or to be better than him as every father's dream for their son to be. But I had to learn everything the hard way.

The sport of basketball is the sport I go to when I need to clear my mind. After a long stressful day of school, I go to my neighborhood court and I shoot basket after basket. I try to find time every day to play basketball. I want to make myself better. Whether it’s working on my ball handling skills, or just working on my three point jump shot, I practice all of my weaknesses. I have improved so much over the years it’s pretty hard to explain. Basketball has been there when I first moved to Kansas. I came to a new school and I had to find new friends. When those two things didn’t go so well, basketball was there when I needed it most. It got me through the first year of going to school in Kansas. I even found a team I could play with and

Have you ever been forced to do something that you really don’t want to do? It could seem like agony at first, but in the end it will usually always turn out OK. Well, at least it did for me. It all started on a chilly, winter morning in third grade when my mother’s heartfelt words and tears, changed who I am today for the better.

I was just swinging my bat, over and over again, with no thoughts in my head. The methodical movement of my bat and the sound of the breeze it makes, was calming to me. My mind was blank as I was just going through my on deck routine. But like always, a few thoughts slipped in. You are going to strike out again, for the third time, my mind told me, You are going to let the whole team down, and lose the game. The championship game. I battled the little devil me on my left shoulder, who was feeding my brain these awful thoughts, by repeating an encouraging phrase. You got this Ashley, you got this Ashley. Feeling better about stepping up to the plate, I look up, only to feel my entire body fill with dread. The catcher was just standing up a little

Olah I’m Josie,I'm from mexico i'm gonna play basketball and i'm in the finals surprisingly. My competition names are Charlie,Austin,Aaron,Jonathan,and Michael. They been playing games for a long time i'm guessing. they are shooting hoops practicing. My teammates are Charlie and Michael which i'm not complaining or anything. My team's strategy is to pass it to one person every time and then switch to confuse our competitors. We start off when the horn goes off and we get the ball first. My teammates were eager to win so we kept passing it like we planned. We quickly pass it to one player then shoot it and make it.we have 1 minute and it's 25 to 30 we have 25 so we pulled ourselves together and get back in the game. We catch up and it's tied

I cannot remember the day I first held it in my hands. The notion yielded to be genuine. Over time, the game of basketball converted into a textbook. It is a textbook that is thrown away by the irresponsible student but cherished by the resolved. It is not a textbook to be skimmed through or forgotten in a locker. It is a textbook where each lesson is invaluable and could be interpreted in various ways each time it is read. People who see it as just another commodity are ignorant towards the textbook but for me, I see every page as priceless paintings. To the capable mind, the textbook is not a collection of valuable paintings, it was a study guide to succeed in life.

From the earliest exposure to algebra and basic equations, students are taught that subtracting something from only one side of the equation unbalances it, until one adds an equivalent expression to that side. I never realized that this could have an application outside of purchasing large quantities of fruit until my basketball career came crashing down. My coach told me before my sophomore season, “Zack, you will be in the rotation.” I later learned that he meant the water boy rotation until one game, where I experienced the thrill of playing for twenty four seconds. For twelve years I equated winter with basketball, but with my realization that my time as a basketball player was over, I suddenly had an equation where winter equaled zero.

Our first three games as a team were bad, scores of 48- 05 and other scores like that, but we got better. By the end of the season, I was so much better than I was last year. As point guard, I felt more like a leader. As a team, we progressed and progressed, some wins, a lot of losses, but the last were the roughest (except for that 48-05 loss). We lost to a lot of good teams and got really mad, but we also won three or four out of the eight games. It was a hard season, but we got through it, persevering, through every loss then coming back and winning against next team.

I love basketball as much as I love sweets, and I love sweets. I was at camp early one day and we were playing basketball before camp started because me and my friends were bored. After a little more some of my friends came running into the gym loudly and I started to play with one of them 1vs1 in our enormous gym. Before we could even finish we had to go listen to the camp director talk excitedly to us about what we were going to do that day. We sat down in the middle of the gym listening to her talk. After, she told our counselor what our day's schedule was. He said that the first thing we had that day was choice. He asked us what we wanted and most of us said basketball so we played us vs the other group who had free choice. The people