Personal Narrative: My Jump Shot

It was a month before tryouts, on a windy Sunday afternoon. I was in my neighbor's backyard, which has a basketball hoop. In 7th grade I didn’t have the best year for basketball even though I made A team. This year I had to make sure this was different. I was practicing as I had been for the previous couple weeks, working on my jump shot, my contested layups, and free throws. I had a strict schedule where I would practice for at least 2 hours a day.

I knew there was a good chance I would make the team, but the previous year I didn’t score at all, my jump shot was not great and I couldn’t make a layup to save my life. I knew I really needed to practice if I wanted to make the team. Twice a week me and my dad would go to the local YMCA. We would scrimmage a lot and it got me a lot better. He taught me some really good moves to use in games. …show more content…
I hadn’t ran in a while outside of football. I would run around a park that is close to my house as much as my body could take. It was nearly time for tryouts and I felt I was ready. On the 1st day of tryouts I did not do that great. I missed a lot of threes and I knew the second and final day I had to do good. The day had passed and I made sure I got a lot of sleep. I walked into the gym and played as hard as I could all though I didn’t really score I tried to get as many rebounds, blocks, and assists as I