Personal Narrative Essay: My Love For Basketball

I was playing soccer with my friends in my neighborhood, just a normal day; everything looked as usual. But while I was playing soccer, I was hearing a noise; not knowing if I was the only one who was hearing it, I felt deluded for a moment. I stopped playing soccer and headed to the direction where the noise was coming from. It was from my neighbor’s house, so I went in, and looked from their outside window, which was opened; the TV was on and they were watching some type of game. During that time it was the Beijing Olympics, I assumed that my neighbors were watching the ten thousand meter race, which my people loved because of having runners that have been winning gold medals, but it wasn’t the case. I saw a game that I have never seen before; there were tall players wearing jerseys and bouncing a ball and throwing it to the rim of the board. One of the players was crossing his opponents and scoring points easily. At that moment I felt happy just seeing how they played the sport.

After that time I started to learn more about it and actually get to know the name of it. My love for basketball was explainable. I would wake up early in the morning go to my next door friend and tie socks and throw the tangled homemade sock ball into the trash can. To buy a real basketball, I started saving money and without knowing it months passed by. And when I finally opened the box filled with coins, piled them up, and ran as fast as I could to the nearest store that was about 30 minutes away by foot. And because I was carrying many coins in my pocket, I was making noises till I reached my destination. I got my first basketball that year. In that year my friends and I talked about how we were going to be great basketball players in the future. Form dribbling to passing between the legs, I was learning