The crowd was silent, the smell of sweat in the air, and all I could think about was the time on the clock. I would soon find that one game was where my career started and where I found a love for basketball. This was where it all started. It was game day, at 6:00 am, I awoke to an old alarm that I heard every day. My stomach was churning. The smell of eggs and bacon swirled around my house. My Dad was already loading shiny new basketballs into the car. I ate quickly and went down to my room to get changed. We were finally at the school. It smelled like sweat and all you could hear were the squeaks of rubber soles on the gym floor. Being the coach’s daughter, we were obviously very early. It was almost too early, and I was hungry, so
