One Of My Dad: My Love For Basketball

One of my earliest memories comes from when I was only two years old. Because my dad is a basketball coach, he wanted to make sure he instilled a love for basketball in me. One way he thought he could do that was by taking me to basketball open gym at the high school where he works. One evening I was running up and down the side of the court; grabbing a basketball, taking it back to my seat, and then doing it all over again, when the guys asked my dad to play with them because they needed one more player. My dad thought I would be okay by myself for a while because I had been doing a good job at staying away from the players, so he decided to join the game. My dad regrets his decision to this day. I remember running down the side of the court …show more content…
My mom, my brother, and I were heading to Illinois to visit my grandparents. Before we left Iowa City, we stopped to get lunch at Burger King. My mom pulled the van up to the drive through, but it seemed to not be working. My mom decided to just backup and try the other drive through. As my mom started to backup, my brothers and I noticed a car had pulled in behind us. We yelled at our mom to stop because there was a car behind up, but she didn’t seem to hear us no matter how loud we were. Eventually the two cars collided. My mom was embarrassed and kept saying how the car was too small for her to see behind her van. She was also surprised to find out that we knew there was a car behind us and had yelled at her to stop. The people in the car behind us were unable to open the hood of their car and that was enough for them to call the police. I was really angry. We ended up staying at the Burger King for an hour and I just wanted to see my Grandma. Eventually the people were able to open their hood and I felt like they had just wasted our time. We haven’t visited that Burger King …show more content…
My family was having a party for my cousin and her fiance who were going to get married that week. Because we were all dressed up, we weren’t allowed to go in the water, so we decided to take a walk along the beach. My youngest brother, Caleb, really wanted to play in the water, so he didn’t listen to my mom. After disobeying my mom twice, She sent him back to the pavilion where the rest of my family was. One of my older cousins was supposed to watch him, but he had to go to the bathroom, so he told my brother to wait for him. Caleb didn’t listen. No one knew where my brother had gone all the people were starting to leave the beach. As the sun set, everyone was becoming more and more worried. My mom was worried that someone had taken him during the rush of people leaving. Everyone called out my brother’s name over and over, but he never answered. I was getting really worried and scared and my mom and my brother were crying. We were ready to call the police when my mom decided to call out Caleb’s name one more time. This time a very annoyed what answered her back from the pitch black dark. Caleb had been playing on the beach the whole time with a shovel someone had left behind. He was so angry that he couldn’t play in the water that he didn’t even realize that everyone was looking for him. I was so mad at him for making everyone worry during a joyous