Personal Narrative Essay: What Means In My Life

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It's a lot of things i can talk about in my life. I been through lot like everybody else have. but i'm not going to talk about my whole life in this essay because i'm real personal about the things that went on in my life, but i will talk about the main thing which is me being tall and how i started playing basketball. it was a rough journey, but i'm still with it until i become successful with it by making it to the League
I wasn't always tall. I'm from When i was younger, i say probably before the age of the 13. I was short or about average height. I was short and kind of chubby. I was loved music and by that time i was a musician for my church and i was in the band at my school. when i was younger I wasn't even thinking about basketball. Well i was playing a little street ball but that wasn't nothing compared to
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I'm from the country, so i loved to go fishing, hunting, and four-wheeler riding and i still do that stuff now only when i have time though. When i was 14 i was 6’6. By that time i was in the 8th grade and i was going to school in Haywood County which is where i'm from. One day walking to class, the basketball came up to me and said “wow man you are tall, I want you to come to tryouts this afternoon”. So after school i went to try outs, and made the team, Make a long story short, that was my first year playing organized basketball and i was not good at all. When coach will put me out there in the game, i played pretty bad. I was making a lot of mistakes. People laughed at me and criticize me everyday, and i would tell people that this is my first time ever playing fundamental basketball. I was criticize a lot for being tall and not knowing how to playing basketball. I use to hear things like “he sucks, He will never make it playing basketball”. People said even more negative things to me then that. Some people understood my situation about basketball then some people did

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