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Personal Narrative: A Career As A Basketball Player
I had just gotten the basketball passed to me by one of my teammates. At that moment I decided to attempt making a shot. With the ball in my hand, I run into the key to make a basket. Instead the opponent's centers try to block my shot, but I shoot before I crash into them. They were tall, one with white skin and was skinny, the other has light brown skin and was muscular. As I jumped up and released the ball, when I was coming down I see the basketball make it into the hoop. My teammate gives me a high-five and says,” Nice shot.”
I called back to him,” Thanks!” as we both run back to defend the other team. My coach tells me,” Great shot Ethan.” I told him thank you, I felt so proud of myself. Also the points that I made did make a difference

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