Today independence is something we all take advantage of, everyday we use our independence to make decisions whether big or small. I am lucky enough that my parents give me a large amount of independence and let me make my own choices. They realize that soon enough I will be making most of them on my own. Last year around this time I choose to stop playing high school basketball. This was a choice that I made without the help of anyone else. I made this decision because it was what I wanted and asserted my independence to make it. If I left this choice to my parents or let them influence me then I would still be playing.
Growing up I had always played basketball and it was one of the things that defined me, at least until the end of my freshman year. My father …show more content…
Basketball was also a large part of my relationship with my father. He was the one who introduced me to basketball and we both shared an equal love for the game. During the many years I played town basketball, I always looked forward to the time when I would finally play on a high school team.
December of my freshman year came around and the winter sport season was just beginning. I thought no one would ever change how I felt about basketball. What I knew at the time was how to love the game. Going into the season I had heard negative things about the coach from players who were still on the team as well as from the ones who had quit. Naively, I disregarded what they said since I only cared that I finally had the opportunity to play high school basketball. I remember walking into the gym on the first day of tryouts hoping to make varsity. Surrounded by friends it would be nothing but exciting and fun – little did I know. The day I was handed a varsity jersey was probably the only time I had a genuine smile that season, I really thought that was going to be my uniform for the next four years of high
Growing up I had always played basketball and it was one of the things that defined me, at least until the end of my freshman year. My father …show more content…
Basketball was also a large part of my relationship with my father. He was the one who introduced me to basketball and we both shared an equal love for the game. During the many years I played town basketball, I always looked forward to the time when I would finally play on a high school team.
December of my freshman year came around and the winter sport season was just beginning. I thought no one would ever change how I felt about basketball. What I knew at the time was how to love the game. Going into the season I had heard negative things about the coach from players who were still on the team as well as from the ones who had quit. Naively, I disregarded what they said since I only cared that I finally had the opportunity to play high school basketball. I remember walking into the gym on the first day of tryouts hoping to make varsity. Surrounded by friends it would be nothing but exciting and fun – little did I know. The day I was handed a varsity jersey was probably the only time I had a genuine smile that season, I really thought that was going to be my uniform for the next four years of high