Everyone has a family, mine just so happened to be 9 other girls. Don’t get me wrong, I love my actual family, but there’s something different about the bond that we created. It was a relationship tested over and over again. At the core of it all, it was just a group of girls with a love of the game.
Just like in a real family we had our parents, or better known as coaches. We loved to hate them, but grew to love them. Every day they would push us to our limits, and set our goals higher and higher. There should be holes in the ground, because of the amount of sprints we ran up and down those courts together. We grumbled, and complained as we ran, but we knew it was only helping us become better players. Even when we didn’t agree with the coach’s decision, we did it anyways.
These are the girls who have always been there. When you failed that math test, or angry at your parents, you could always rely on forgetting about it for a few hours everyday. Basketball was an outlet for all of us, and brought us together where words could not. This is my 2nd family, and no matter where life takes us we will always be one.