8th-grade year I got so much better I began to fall in love with the game. I had a passion for the game. I learned the fundamentals of basketball; let's just say I stopped giving the ball pack after I packed it. Playing basketball makes me so happy; I would be so excited to get up and go to practice and especially on game days it was just the most amazing feeling ever. I eventually went on and made the high school team and I played all 4 years I was there it was the best part of my life. On my senior night, it seemed so unreal that just in a few short weeks my season would be over. When my season ended, and it was time for me to begin a new season of my life (college) I literally felt a piece of my heart leave.
Basketball was honestly my first love. Basketball was the only thing that never failed me besides God. It was always there. Whenever I was going through personal things basketball was my peace. I would kill to go back to just play one more game or run one more mile. I would have cherished those moments so much more if I knew that one day it would end. Basketball taught me about the value of working hard and never giving up. It taught me about teamwork and how to not be selfish. People failed me my whole life but basketball never did it was my safe haven.
Apart from who I am today is because of basketball.
