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Personal Narrative: My First High School Basketball
My First High School Basketball Game I believe playing a sport that you love is fun, but at the same time winning is more fun. For me I figured this out when I was ten years old. I was playing a pickup game at the RAC and my brother hit the game winning shot. I was so happy because I gave him the assists. Then it came to me like I bolt of lightning that playing basketball is fun when you win. Ever since that moment it helped me perform to my full potential. It was cold snowy Saturday morning. It’s 430 in the morning, still dark outside . I hear the door knob turn then I hear a click.the door opens you can see the lights on the hallway of the house . My mom is standing there with her coffee and says,”Adam wake up, time to pray, and after

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