Basketball Changed My Life Essay

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Basketball has changed my life for the better. Growing up we did not have a lot at first, but we did have a gray concrete slab, a basketball hoop, and a basketball. Eventually my parents started to make more money, however, that led to constant fighting between them, so I would go outside and shoot around. I would shoot a couple of free throws, practice some lay-ups, jump shots, and the occasional three-pointer as well. When I got into high school, basketball became something I could use to let go of all of my anger. Whenever I got mad at one of my classmates for something petty they said, instead of walking up to them and punching them in the face, I would swat a ball out of their hand and hit them in the face on the court. I guess you can …show more content…
Sports are your life. Growing up with a single mother who had just recently got married, she had a lot of loans to pay back, and two young daughters, which meant we really did not have a whole lot. We now had a cracked up gray concrete slab, a beat up old basketball, and a basketball hoop that was so old there was no longer a net on it anymore. On top of that, my parents were still fighting all the time, and growing up I would hide under my bed because I was scared. However, once I got older I would go outside and shoot hoops, dribble around, or just work on the fundamentals of the game. All the time I spent shooting around, dribbling, and getting away from my parents outside, is probably where my love for basketball came …show more content…
She was able to pay off all of her student loans, and my parents got most of the farm paid off as well. I thought everything was getting better. My parents were no longer fighting as much, but one day that changed. My step dad got jealous since my mom was making more money than he was and she had basically become the sole provider of our household. They started fighting all the time. I believe I was in the fifth grade when all of this started. Luckily by then we had gotten a shed with a new hoop and new basketballs. So once again, when I wanted to get away from the world, I would run drills in the shed. I would set cones out and dribble around them, or sometimes my sister would come out and we would work together one-on-one. It was nice not having to hear the fighting. Plus we were getting better at the one thing that we were half decent

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