What is missing
Ever since I can remember I have LOVED to play basketball. My parents have a picture of me when I was like 2 and i was dribbling a basketball out in the driveway. I remeber when I was probably like 7 or 8 and I held a basketball camp in my driveway and I made all of my friends come and shoot with me. In 5th grade I was finally able to join the community basketball team and I love every minute of it! then in 7th grade I joined the Century girl's Traveling "A" basketball team! We were the best of the best at our school! In 9th grade I tried out for the team and made the "A" team. I loved this team so much, and I loved playing on this team, but then with 3 weeks left in the season my coach was killed in a car accident. Sometimes this would make some people want to quit basketball but this just made me want to play even more. Basketball started to become my pain killer because when I was playing I didn't think about how much I was hurting because I could see my coach anymore, or how I had a bad day in school. All I would think about was playing the game and trying to win. Also in 9th grade I started to watch the University of Minnesota's women's basketball team, and this made my love and need for basketball even greater. During the summer going into my 10th grade year all I would do was practice out in my driveway everyday. When basketball season rolled around I made the varsity team, but for the most part I played on the Junior Varsity team, which was still quite an accomplishment for a sophomore. My passion for basketball just kept growing and growing though out high school. My senior year I was voted by my teammates to be a co-captain with one of the other seniors. Now that I'm in college it just seems like something from my life is missing. For the past 4 years I've been going to practice for 3 hours a day every weekday from the beginning of Novermber to the end of February. I've joined an intramural team but it just isn't the same as going to a practice everday and running the suicides, and shooting all of the free throws. I just feel as though I'm missing some important part of my life now, and I really wish that I could get it back.