Personal Narrative: The Try-Out

The Try-out

My family has been playing knock-out and other fun basketball games for a long time. Before we get hurt, tired, or mad at each other, we have lots of fun. In the summers especially, we would enjoy each other's company through competition. I would get competitive as I tried to beat everyone and anyone. When I did win or even came in second place, I had a sense of accomplishment. It felt great to push my body to a state of nothingness. The repetitive but accelerating moments left me wanting more. I loved to be active and win. Who doesn't like to win? When I decided to play basketball in eighth grade, it was a big shock. I had no idea what a complicated game basketball really was. I thought that fourth grade basketball camp and the things I had learned in P.E. would be enough to be successful on a team. The anger and disappointment that I felt throughout that season was new to me. I contemplate those feelings that came while I was on the eighth-grade girls’ basketball team. …show more content…
Girls all over Coos Bay signed up to play and I got to be one of them. There were middle school and elementary aged girls. I convinced my parents to pay for the camp and let me participate after the school easily convinced me that I would have fun and learn about basketball. My parents worked out the details and I went along being very happy. For years that was enough basketball, I had done it. I went to a basketball camp for a whole week. It was fun and I didn’t think about it much after that. Until eighth grade and the allure of competition and recognition came flooding