Personal Narrative: My Basketball Experience

and these are the reasons why i love basketball and anything to do with it so...if you haven't played you should try

After a few minutes the other team managed to get on our side of the field. I started to run, got the ball and kicked it to the other side of the field. One of my teammates was on the other side and managed to pass the defence and scored. While I was far from our goal, both teams were there. Once I got there, I tripped and cracked! I bent my foot and could not get up only crawl,trying to get myself out of the field.

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

As I pushed off my leg to go by another player, I severely strained my hamstring. At the time, I did not realize what I had done and continued to play. Realizing I may have been injured, I went to the hospital and found out I strained my hamstring one again; however, this time it was almost torn. The doctor relayed I needed physical therapy again. The next day, I realized I was unable to lift up my leg. This continued for almost two weeks. After about a week or two, I regained more movement in my leg. Slowly, I gained the ability to train and complete my physical therapy. Though this process was much more difficult than the last time, I had to remain focused and mentally strong to get through this tough time. After 3 months of hard work, I was cleared to play again; my leg was finally fully

It was not long before I went to the doctors and got an x-ray confirming my foot was broken. The doctor told me I would have to wear a boot and crutches for six weeks. I giggled as I was always curious how it is to be in one of those cool boots. I miscalculated this small crack and chip on the x-ray and figured I will be alright. To be honest, I was relieved since my

Then we went to the doctor's office and my aunt was working there so she came and sat by us in the waiting room and went to the doctor's appointment with us. Then the nurse came in and observed the x-ray and said I broke and tiba and my growth plate. And found out the people at St.Mary's were wrong and I did break my growth plate when they told me that I didn’t. Then the doctor came in and said that she had to move my ankle to the way it was before I broke it then the doctor tried to move it but she couldn’t so she said that I had to get put to sleep and might have to do surgery on it. Then she put on my cast. Then I went to the hospital and got in my room and got an i.v. put in and I had to wait about 5 hours then she could the surgery. Then I got put to sleep and she moved my ankle and the right way. Then I woke up at about 11:00 at night then I went back to my room and then watched a movie and fell asleep and got to go home the next morning. I had to keep my cast on for 3 months and got it of in

I began playing Basketball freshmen year as a way to release my emotions and forget the thoughts that gave me stress or made me overthink. My coaches gave me the nickname of “Mean Darline” because of how tough and aggressive I would get when being on defense. Little did they know that I wasn’t good at that position because I loved Basketball but because it maintained me calm and allowed me to express myself in a socially approved activity. When the season was finished and I retired from Basketball after my sophomore year I went back to going to the gym three to four times a week. Gym workouts or any physical activity is great to rechannel one’s unacceptable impulses without others criticizing us for our actions.

Starting my sophomore year I was anxious for the season to start and to experience the exhilarating energy of a packed gym. As I got ready for my first taste of varsity basketball the worst thing I could think of happened. I injured my ankle at practice, but because of my determination to get on the court

So we played when we were be chased on the benches. We were all laughing and saying “ don’t get me.” So then when I jumped down off the bench then I heard a CLICK noise my foot was on its side and it hurt.I walked over to my mom walking on my heel and I said

I walked into the gym and we sat down to stretch. It is super annoying because every time before we start gymnastics my coach always tells us how dangerous gymnastics is and how we can injure ourselves and that we should always listen to her so that does not happen. I always listen she I never thought that would happen.

The day when I removed the cast from my leg, I learned an important lesson. The disability of my feet taught me that my body was important that I can possibly imagine. Until now, I took my feet for granted as it was obvious for me to expect them to work properly. However, after the strenuous experience, I am now fully aware that I should care of myself more and appreciate the successful alleviation of my

As I pushed and gained ground, I felt my body go limp. A sudden shock dropped straight into my right knee. I dropped like a stack of potatoes. My head slammed down against the hard floor. Peering through my peripherals, I

One day after practice I told my mom that I couldn't keep tumbling on my foot something was wrong with it, I had tears because it hurt so bad.So that night my mom made an appointment with our actual doctor.

I change back into my pj’s and eat so toast. I put ice on my ankle and laid in my bed. When mom walked in she saw my foot and made me let her take me to the hospital even though we don’t have the money. When I got to the hospital and they x-ray it. Waiting for hours for the result. It was broken and the worst part is when people ask how I have to say I fell turning in a test.

The next morning, I awakened with a throbbing pain. It felt like somebody had gotten a giant hammer and repeatedly slammed it against the right side of my right foot. My pinky toe was now purple and swollen. I limped over to my parent’s room, it was still thirty minutes until it was officially time to wake up for school, and cried to her about my foot again. Begging her to