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Personal Narrative: How Basketball Has Changed My Life
Basketball has taught me many things in life. Basketball has gave me many friends because I could be social with my family and friends talking about the NBA and the teams.. I ended up dropping the sport until middle school started. Usually I would go to lunch every day at the basketball courts just watching everyone play because I was too shy to ask to shoot around. The day they were short a player a few weeks into school they asked me to play, but boy did my elementary school days came flashing back. I missed almost every shot. I ended up after school practicing and practicing until i could make a few shots a day. The next time I played I still couldn’t shoot still but my so to be friends became very impressed with my handles of the ball. Usually people learn how to shoot a ball …show more content…
This is where my dedication of hard work came in. Almost every other day I would practice and practice until I could get just a little bit better or see a improvement in myself. A thing basketball has taught me is hard work. All those days I practiced and practiced, I would sweat and be exhausted by the time I came home. I still wasn’t very good but I already knew the skills wouldn’t come easily without dedication. I remember when I made some points during lunch at school and I was very excited and went home happy.
Another key thing basketball has taught me in life is teamwork and not to be selfish. Basketball is a team sport and I used to think If I got good enough I could just hog the ball and carry the “team” myself. I was wrong, in basketball you need cooperation and contribution with

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