This is my Life

February 11, 2011
It’s not only a game, but it’s my life.
The sound of the ball dribbling up and down the court,
The wonderful sound of shoes squeaking on the court as arms wave around trying to grasp hold of the ball flying through the air.
This is what I live for.
The wood court painted so delicately with the many lines that are necessary to play the game.
This is my home.
The girls on the team are not only my best friends bit my family.
As the crowd chants my name I dribble as fast as I can down the court,
This is my time.
I step up to the line.
Perfect shot.
This is my life.

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