Basketball means a lot to me. I still remember the first time I saw someone play basketball. I was eight when my God father, Uncle John, took me to a court in Boston, which is now and forever will be my favorite court I will ever play on. My uncle is also a huge basketball fanatic, not as big as I am of course. We watched people on the court for hours. Running up and down the court, shooting and jumping and competing like Champions. From that point on I knew what I wanted to do with my life; I wanted to be a basketball player.
Since I was eight years old, basketball has been a part of me. I am a very determined person. I want to make that eight year old, who fell in love with the game years ago, proud. I know if I gave up on the one thing that little girl was so passionate about she would be devastated. She's the reason I work my hardest each and every day. She's the reason I wake up at 4:30 in the morning and go to the gym before school just to get extra shots up. She's the reason why even through pain I persevere and don't quit. She's the reason why I love basketball so much, so I just want to thank her for the best gift in my life by doing my very best each and every day.
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