I cannot recall a day in my life when I have not heard a sound of a bouncing ball; as I grew up eating, and breathing basketball, or ever since, I started rolling my dad 's tube sock and shooting an imaginary shot against a wall. Thenceforward, my heart fell in love with the winning, the competition, and the adrenaline of the game of basketball.
“It was reminiscing when I was young; I was strolling around the Smith Park with a basketball in my hand, and wearing a gold/purple Kobe Bryant jersey until I espied a compelling teenager playing basketball with tight handles and great athleticism at the basketball court. Whereupon, I pondered about my future and his inspiration for me that I will be a competent basketball player in the NBA and be like him.
A few days later, I had an opportunity to talk with him after he had completed his last game of the night.
"Hey, I 'm glad to meet you," I said. "I 've seen your skills Mr. Payton; it was impressive! May you teach me? I want to be like you, NBA player, MVP and win championships!" I said eagerly.
He gazed at me mockingly. "Nah," he replied. "It 's too bad for you, forget about it little chicken, and you can 't be as well as anyone in this court, and wake up little kid you 'll always be a loser," He said and derided at me, regardless of my feelings. I had lost all my hope and expectation of him.
After the incident, I sprinted back to my house and back into my room. I sat down beside my ball, then a teardrop rolled by my cheek.
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