College Admissions Essay: My Life As A Basketball Player

I never really was in a team before or was even taught by anybody. I was just a girl who liked basketball and taught myself how to play, with the help of YouTube of course. I played basketball since I was a child. I remember shooting granny style because I was too short and weak to shoot it normally. The ball would be full size and the ball would be bigger than my head. My parents were the sexist type and thought basketball was a boy sport, so they never let me sign up for city league or some sort to get taught by an actual coach. It was cruel.
Throughout my basketball career, I would play basketball at home with a paint bucket and a basketball because my parents never let my buy an actual hoop because we were poor and had no room at our house. The only time I played with an actual hoop was during recess or at the park which was rarely. I’d watch YouTube on how to get better and learn the rules of basketball. I was known as probably the best girl basketball player at my elementary school; I was proud.
I never knew I’d try out for the basketball team in junior high or even high school, yet I did. 7th grade, it was the year I tried
The point guard drives the ball into our side of the court. Wide open at the three point line, she passes me the ball. My heart skips a beat with the feeling of nervousness. As I see an opponent rushing to defend me, I get into position. My legs squaring up getting ready to jump, my calve muscles pop out as I jump, my arm straightening out as my wrist flicks the ball as it releases out of my hand. The ball in a perfect arch, rotating slowly, hoping to make it in. Everyone staring at the ball hoping for it to make, as the opposing team doubts it’ll make. The ball hits the backboard, slowly hits the rim of the basket, goes right in. The crowd shouts in joy of how awesome the shot was. A 7th grader making a 3-pointer was astonishing to them. My teammates cheering as we started to get in the lead