I walked into Neil Armstrong Middle School's gym, nervous as can be, not ready for basketball tryouts. The only reason I was there was because my dad and sister wanted me to play. I also wanted to play a sport this year, but I didn't think it would be basketball. It was so loud it sounded like someone was yelling in my ear and playing music at the same time. We started doing lay-up drills, I missed so many compared to the other girls. I had no confidence in myself. I kept thinking “ Will I make a team?”. My lay-ups were like an old lady trying to be active, and that looks terribly ugly. A while later we started scrimmaging. I was really confused and scared, but I must have done pretty well because I made the B team. Days after
