Freckle's Last Shot-Personal Narrative

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Once upon a time, in a remote village far away, there was a red-haired, freckle faced little boy who loved to play basketball. He was not too tall, he was not too small, he was just the right height to shoot hoops. Everyday he walked miles through the woods, in his old worn out high-tops, to the urban center where there was a basketball court. The older boys always played there. They were tall and had new high-tops that were as brightly colored as candy. The little boy thought they looked like magical shoes. Well, every time the little boy arrived, the older boys said they had just started a game or told him he could play the next one. They never let him play. They always asked him to fetch the ball when it went out of bounds and asked him to keep score because he looked smart. Day after day he walked miles to that basketball court and he asked to play and day after day he went home feeling rejected. Could those shoes make the boys jump higher and run faster? Would shoes like that get him into their game? …show more content…

Day in and day out he practiced and practiced. He practiced his jump shot, his passing his dribbling and his rebound shots. Again, he approached the older boys with confidence. On one cold, blustery day, in early July, he arrived at the court early. Not many older kids were around. He asked again if he could play. He was in total shock, they had said yes this time. He played like he had never played before. He jumped, he passed, he dribbled and the older boys just laughed and said he would never be more than a score-keeping geek. He went home dejected once again, but at least this time he had

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