Personal Narrative: My Love With Basketball

1781 Words4 Pages

When people get to know individuals on a personal level, they almost always discover that there's more to them then what meets the eye. I am one of these people. A couple summers ago I got an injury that was life altering and was extremely hard to over come. My terrible experience had to do with an ankle injury I got from playing basketball, the game I love. I was trying for the longest time to figure out if I was being put through this hardship for the better or for the worse. The beginning of my journey started the summer of seventh grade when I fell in love with basketball and knew I wanted to play it for the rest of my life or have some kind of connection with the game. I started shooting at least 500 shots daily and overall practiced an …show more content…

The game was fast moving as the clock continually ran. One of the Garden city players had stolen the ball and went on a fast brake lay up. As I sped up to chase her down like a criminal that had just robbed someone, I tried to block her shot in the air the last two minutes of the game. The girl thrust her elbow in my back and as I was landing… BAM! I had crushed my ankle on a hard wood floor that felt like concrete. The pain was so surreal that it felt like someone took a sledgehammer and swung it as hard as they could at my ankle. I distinctly remember at that moment everything went into slow motion. “Two minutes…two minutes…” I graspted my ankle in pain while rocking back and forth on the floor like a little baby. I couldn't help but to make a sour face even though I tried not to look weak. I was so sensitive to my injury that I was zoned out completely. My teammates rushed over like a stampede of wild horses. “Tia are you okay? “What happened?” “Can you stand?” I sat there still rocking, trying to come up with words to respond but nothing but unbearable pain and anger consumed

Open Document