Twelve years ago, I believe I fell in love. The sport of basketball captured my heart at this young age and has kept me enthused ever since. Although I cannot name a date and time that basketball became so important to me, I began playing at age six. Every year since, the game and every principle it entails, has kept me interested and I dare say, addicted to the sport and all sports in general. Placed on a recreational basketball team for U8 girls, the sport simply provided my parents with an after-school activity that filled my child brain with understanding of teamwork and competition. However, as young as I was, I knew that this sport was magical at a very young age and the magic would live in me for a very long time.
The sports phenomenon meant very little to a six year old me, that is, until I discovered the incredible and unmatched release that sports, basketball specifically, provided me. As I grew older, I appreciated more and more the game known as basketball. My favorite aspect of this sport and any sport for that matter, is the fierce passion behind pure competition. Furthermore, the world of defensive play became my world. As I grew physically taller and my world consisted of more and more stresses, troubles, and at some points outright heartbreak, I looked to basketball as a source of healing and coping, especially with parents' divorce at age 11. This sport was no longer be just a game to me, it was a lifestyle.
