Personal Narrative: My Shot

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My Shot
The first time I had ever touched a basketball was my third grade year. I had gotten in a really irritating argument like I did every day with my friend Haley about what we going to play. I wanted to play handball and she wanted to play fairies.I got really mad and just walked away. I started to walk towards the shaded hallway because how scorching it was outside when I saw the rack for the balls with one thing left, a dusty,old basketball. I went over to it, picked it up and brought it over to a half court. I didn’t know what to do so, I watched other kids and kind of mimicked what they did. I wasn’t good once so ever in fact, I was terrible. I remember my friend telling me to give up and just play with them. I started not accepting her invitations to play with her and all my other friends and just played basketball. I played alone for a few days and I found myself making a lot more baskets and my dribbling getting a little better.

One day, I needed a little diversity from playing alone,so, I decided to play with the boys. I didn’t know if I would be allowed to play, or be turned away but I was
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I started playing Basketball when I had nothing and no one else. But by beginning to play basketball I made alleys and found something I could do.When the boys turned me down I felt like my heart was glass that had just been completely shattered.But after those boys turned me down I found the girls and learned a lot more. I almost threw away my shot to do something I love,but then I decided to rise up and not throw it away. I still rise up when I feel like giving up on basketball and trust me,I do more generally than not. But I realize it’s something too important to just throw away. It’s been the biggest factor for me in life. I was happier after, I was doing a sport, and my grades seemed to improve. So do not throw away your shot because it’s something that doesn’t happen