Personal Narrative: My Third Year Of Playing Basketball

It was going to be my third year of living in the town of Drums, Wisconsin. I live with my brother, parents, and my two dogs and two cats. I am a Junior at Drums High School, and I can’t wait for my basketball season to begin. I hope this year everything goes well and no one gets hurt.

It was almost a quarter of the way through the school year and basketball tryouts were at 3:45 p.m. that night after school. As I sat through my last class of the day, Tech. Ed., I began to get nervous and I was hoping my nervousness would stop before I had to try out. I was never this nervous for any thing in basketball. I thought I was a great player and I never wanted to leave the gym. My friend, Liv, was just like me. We stood in the hallway, by the weight room, and locker rooms, so nervous I thought I was going to throw up my

I have no clue why, but I was a little nervous.
I began, “Hi, I am Callie Winhill, and I am a Junior this year. I stumbled a little, but then I continued. “This is my third year playing basketball and I am super excited to play with our team this year. I hope we all can share a great season together! Thank you!”
After about twenty minutes went by, everybody introduce themselves besides Liv, because she wasn’t there. Coach wanted to start practice, so we all got up and got ready to start our season. He had us start off by doing a session of dribbling and then shooting. We then played a round of lightning and before we knew it, practice was over. I didn’t want to leave. I never want to leave the gym until I have too. I work hard every day to get good grades, be a good friend, and a good teammate in basketball. I get tired a lot, but when my breath gets unsteady, my legs ache, and my body wants to shut down. I think about being like a bulldozer, because I give it what I got, until I get a break, because I think a hard working athlete never gives up.
After I shot around and talk with Coach I then headed