Personal Narrative-Spring Basketball

While walking into my first day of spring basketball, all I could hear was the beating of my heart, janitor’s brooms sweeping, and basketballs pounding on the High School gym floor. Rushing through the doors hoping to find my friends from my previous team, none were in sight. And so my journey began…. As I laced up my Kobe mentality 9’s, my eyes were locked on the entrance. I was trembling with fear until my former teammate Jazzy walked in. Relief rushed through my body like the flowing of a river. With her by my side, I could do anything. Once we started warm-ups,fears took over my “twig of a body”. Missing easy shots, losing control of my dribble, anything you can do wrong, went wrong. I thought to myself: “this is only the beginning” how was I going to make it through twelve, forty-five minute games and twenty-four practices each being two hours long with these massive eighth grade girls? But I had to find a way. …show more content…
My body trembling, legs shaking uncontrollably, I could only think how this game was going to go. Every second till the tip, I had no control over my body. But once the ref tossed that round orange ball in the air, all of my fears and insecurities vanished, it was game time. Making crisp passes to the hands and light finishing touches on shots, you could say I was having a “good game”. By the next game, I was in the starting five! I later found out that Jazzy and I were the only ones invited to play on the eighth graders team! Instead of being frightened and insecure, we should have realized at the start that this was a major compliment and self challenge. At the end of the season, I looked back and wondered why I was so scared to play with the eighth graders. Although they might have been bigger and stronger than me, they made me a more confident, stronger and better player in the end. Now I look forward to next year when I get to play with them

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