Personal Narrative: I M Playing Basketball

No other sport will mean so much to me as basketball will. Every time I step on the court, I lose myself and become a whole other person. When I hear my name yelled in the crowd, I get an adrenaline rush to my brain, causing me to swiftly move quicker and focus on the game. Deep down I know that I am not here to win the game, but to enjoy myself. Each basket I make are like my worries trapped into the ball, and then expelled when it goes into the basket. This game is where my mind gets lost in the sounds of the dribbles. When the game is over, I look back to my team and give them warming hugs knowing that the game is over, and we will not stop playing the sport because there is always time to get better. Although I frantically wash my jerseys the nights before games, and leave my stinky shoes in my car all season, I would not trade pulling a jersey over my head every Friday night, dancing to blaring music in the locker room, and lacing up my shoe for the world. It means a lot more to me knowing that it is more than just a game. While I know I am having fun with my best friends and some of the greatest mentors that I have, I know that I am learning true values of life, which will make me become a better

“Come on guys,” I yelled. I heard the screech of the referee’s whistle. Rushing to the bench, I heard the referee call out “Timeout, Heat.” Everything was on the line and our team’s championship hopes, being foremost on our team’s minds, was all coach could scream about. “I’m not going to tell you how to play basketball,” he yelled out. “That’s your job. I’m just going to say that right now, to us, this is a championship game. If we win this, we move on to the championship. If not, at least let us fall valiantly.” That got the whole team riled up as we rushed back onto the court. The crowd, encouraging as always, yelled out their approval on the fact that we were giving it our all. With just sixteen seconds left in the game and our team down by four, something special had to happen or we were done for the season.

The day was October 8th, 2014. I hardly played. One school day, my 5th teacher, Ms. Smit said, “flyers for the basketball team on the table” ordinarily I took one. Kids from 4th, 5th, and 6th grade came to try out for the team. After tryouts, a paper next to the nurse's office was hung up. The paper sheet named those who had made the team. Surprisingly, I made the team, most likely from my height. I felt like I shouldn’t have made the team. At the time, I barely started to play basketball. I went to the practices at school and tried to make myself a little bit better, since a tournament was about to begin in a few weeks.

Stephen Curry, point guard for the Golden State Warriors, said about basketball, “What I tell people is to be the best version of yourself in anything that you do. You don’t need to live someone else’s story. It doesn’t matter where you come from – what you have, or don’t have, what you lack, what you have too much of – but all you need to have is faith in God, an undying passion for what you do, or what you choose to do in this life, and a relentless drive and the will to do whatever it takes to be successful in whatever you put your mind to.” Growing up I have always played basketball. It is like a haven for me considering whatever I am feeling, whether it is angry, somber, excited, etc. I can always play and depend on basketball. It makes me feel exceptional.

After playing basketball for six years, you start to grow into the game and learn to love it. This will be my sixth year playing and I love the game of basketball, there's so much excitement. I've played with the same girls over these years, and I consider them my second family because we are so close.

One of my worlds is basketball. Basketball means a lot to me. This physical sport not only keeps me healthy and fit, but also adds great joy and brings the world of competition that I never knew before to me. For example, when I run back and forth across the court, I get the sixty minutes of exercise a day I need without realizing it. But, most importantly, while I'm playing this extra-curricular sport, a feeling comes to me that I've never known before; the feeling of competition. When I shoot a shot, it matters a lot to me if I make it or not. I actually make an attempt to winning the game, which I don't usually try. My world of basketball really changes my life and adds much to my life experiences, and whomever I play with, the game improves my connection with them.

So when we finally got to Arizona I finally got to meet my cousin that was just born. They had a really nice house to

The most spontaneous thing that I have done is just playing basketball. Basketball is spontaneous to me because I just wanted to start playing the game. Therefore, my 8th grade year I played basketball for my school team and I wasn't really feeling basketball. Summer of freshman year I played summer league for L.H.S and I felt a burst of energy for the sport. After, a couple of games one of my teammates wanted me to go to their house. Little did I know I was going to get extra practice for the sport.

When he was born I was a junior in high school and I would babysit him almost every day after school at my parents’ house in Garden City. Sometimes I would go visit him in Bayside where he lived. Every time I saw him we always had so much fun. He was also such a wild baby. He was already crawling his way around the house within the first month of being born. By the age of ten months old he was already walking, running and climbing.

This is just amazing, I was walking in the store and some random guy came up.

Every Friday I volunteer at the YMCA on thousand oaks to mentor and show the little kids how to play basketball. We go through drills on footwork, dribbling, and shooting. Every week they are getting better and better and that is the ultimate goal I am trying to achieve. Basketball is by far my favorite thing in the world. A basketball court is where I feel most at home, and it is one place on earth I can be where I know what I’m doing and what

Have you ever wondered how I liked basketball so much? One summer day it was about 8 o’clock in the morning my excitement practically told my mom we should do something that day, so we went to the basketball court.

My father taught me how to play basketball when I was four years old because he wants to me keep the family story and he never wants basketball end the family, it’s really important for my family because basketball actually helps my family together because we all love doing it. The basketball court tells me everything, in my head i feel like it’s talking to me, telling me what do to or not do to. Whenever I have family problems or involved in a bad situation, first thing i go to is the court because dribbling and shooting the basketball makes me 5x better and also releasing my emotions. I love being surrounded by basketball players because they would always give me some advices about basketball and family problems. I have a friend that plays basketball with me named Derrick, he is a great friend, and he could always help you out on basketball and could always be there whenever you need him. The other reasons why the basketball court is my peaceful place is because you could always make new friends from different school or someone you never saw before, they might in they look like a bad influence, but those type of people would know what to do whenever there’s a problem because they probably experienced how i feel. Every time i play basketball, it

One day my mom told me that I was on the Upward Basketball Team, a church league for basketball. I was furious because I did not like basketball at all, but my mom loved basketball, which is why she wanted me to play on the team.

When I was eight years old I was all about basketball. I would dribble in the house and my Mom would usually yell something like “Go outside” or something like that. I would go and play outside, and anywhere I could. I just loved basketball. I was never on a team though. The most competitive I ever got was playing at recess. One year I realized that one of my best friend’s parents were starting a basketball team. I went to my parents and said “ Can I please go and play on that team?” They said it was fine. We were a pretty good team and I ended up playing with them until about 6th grade when my injury happened.