I remember my very first basketball practice, which my mother nearly refused to let me go to on the stance that I would most likely get seriously injured because of my small size and lack of experience. There were no other seventh graders on the team beside myself and only two eighth graders. The coach made us run and do drills and learn plays that I did not understand; I think he was pretty surprised that I even came back the next day. For reasons unbeknownst to even myself I loved every bit of it, even though I was not strong …show more content…
It was frustrating to put so much effort and time into something without seeing the results that I wanted. Before every game I would be in the gym shooting baskets until the official warm-ups actually started, and I was at every practice, never giving up, but it just never seemed to be enough. That is, until my junior year, when things finally began to click in my mind. I could fully understand the plays and see when they should be used and why, I became one of the strongest defensive players on the team, and I could even shoot some three-pointers every