Personal Narrative: Separation In High School

I’m a quitter. And I’m okay with that. Actually, I’m ecstatic. Maybe I should clarify. I’m not a chronic quitter; rather, I know when to quit, and I’m not afraid to do it. Not anymore and that’s because I have realized something 一 people change. On some level, I have always known that to be a fact, but throughout high school I have made a startling connection. I fall into the category of “people” and, therefore I am also subject to change.
I remember in fourth grade begging my parents to let me play basketball. My parents, who were vehemently anti-club team, eventually relented, and I found myself on my school’s Boy’s and Girl’s Club team. In an effort to be completely honest, I need to disclose the following -- I was bad, really bad. At my