Personal Narrative: Basketball In My Life

Basketball is my life. Okay maybe it’s not my life, but it’s more than a game to me. It’s a big part of my life and it has been ever since I could pick a ball up. Everyday as a child, coming home from a boring day at school, the only thing I would look forward to was lacing up my sneakers, racing over to the community court, and shooting some hoops. Even in the winter, when there was snow on the ground piled up to almost as tall as I was, I would beg and plead my dad to snow plow the driveway so I could shoot around while freezing my ass off. When I stepped on that court, in my head I was always Allen Iverson, Rip Hamilton, or some other NBA superstar zooming down the court and putting up a shot to win the game. I imagined dunking the ball down in front of thousands of fans, screaming and cheering me on. So Naturally, when people asked what I wanted to do or be when I grew up, I ecstatically replied, “I want to play in the …show more content…
My parents thought this was a good time to break the news to me. I still remember a conversation I had with my dad. “Sit down Mithuun, I know playing basketball is something that you enjoy, but I think you should start focusing on school a lot more. You can’t play in the NBA, our bodies are not athletic enough, they aren 't big enough.” It shattered my heart. I just glared down at the ground, my eyes loading up with water, my whole body shaking. I didn 't say anything back, I was speechless. The person I look up to the most, the person whose opinion of me that I valued the most, just told me that I would not be able to do the thing that I love more than anything in the world. That was a dagger right in the back. I think that was the first time reality really smacked me right in the head. I thought that maybe if I worked hard enough I could maybe achieve my