I was 4 years old when i first touched a basketball. It was orange and round like my dads head when he's mad at me. It was as big as a giants hand. My dad made me practice even though I didnt know what I was doing. I took a couple of shots and my dad said I was a true athlete. After that all I did was think, dream, and practice basketball. One day I was just playing with a basketball and it felt like a rock heavy and big, it made the sound of a big boom, it smelled like a brand new car. At that moment I new this was the sport for me. Now all I do is dream of going to the N.B.A..
The dream of mine
My dream team
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