I cannot recall a day in my life when I have not heard the sound of a bouncing ball; I grew up eating and breathing basketball. My heart fell in love with the winning, the competition, the adrenaline ever since I started rolling my dad’s tube sock and shooting an imaginary shot against the wall.
“It was reminiscing when I was a fresh young boy; I was strolling around the Smith Park with a basketball in my hand and wearing a gold/purple Kobe Bryant’s jersey until I espied a compelling teenager playing basketball with tight handles, and great athleticism on the opposite side of the court. Whereupon, I pondered about my future and his inspiration for me that I will be a professional basketball player in the NBA and be like him.
A few days later,
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Moreover, I ran up and down every court after every loose ball just to never let it go. I could not believe that I had forgotten the pleasure that I had with this ball.” Without you, I can’t survive,“ I said calmly while I fall asleep with embraced the ball with both hands. Since then, I had determined my dream that no matter what, I will be in the NBA player and proved Mr. Jonathan that I can be better, more athletic, and eligible to be a part of the greatest basketball league.
Next day, I pulled up at the Smith Park with my ball and the same NBA jersey. I met a 6’11 person. He offered me to be my coach and he will teach about the games, earnestness, and determination toward basketball forasmuch his son had passed away in the winter at my age and the attachment to his son. Therefore, he wanted to convey Germile 's passion with basketball by enlightening me because he lost the chance to train his son. After then, every morning even It 's dark and the snow is still falling, clumps of wet flakes drifting endlessly down, the air moist, the sidewalk mushy underfoot. He always appeared at my house with the same