|
|
This is only a preview of the paper
Click here to register and get the full text.
Existing members click here to login
|
|
|
Jessica Preslar 9/19/2003 English 101 I Love This Game When I was eight and no taller than a koala, I used all the strength in my sticklike arms and legs to heave the basketball up toward the towering red rim. I got awfully excited the first time my shot touched the net, touched the backboard, and penetrated the nylon. But usually the fake-M.J.-autographed rubber ball fell back to me after only rising a few feet into the air. Still, I kept trying. Even when it bounced over the chain link into the neighbors’ yard and I had to tangle with Major the Bulldog and Mr. Williams, who may as well have been a bulldog, to get it back. Why? Because I love this game. As my muscles and bones grew (slightly), my newfound two-hand set shot pierced the net from five, ten, fifteen feet. I stood in the breathtaking December rain, wet as a submarine, firing up free throws. My mom told me to stay inside when I got a bad cold from this frequent practice, but I sneaked back out and dribbled between the puddles. Why? Because I love this game. My family had to move: no more driveway court. Baking under the blistering Caly summer sun, I practiced behind-the-back dribbles on an uneven mixture of brown grass and grey sand.
Approximate Word count = 869
Approximate Pages = 3.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
|
|
|
|
|
|