My Special Place
As I left the comfort of my house I walked outside. I didn't know where I was going, I just needed time to clear my head. I had on my free runs and started to jog with my Nike basketball in hand. As I ran down the narrow hill the asphalt wearing down the bottom of my shoes I stopped to look at the view. Watching the white birds fly by soring high in the air I see the camp Smith flag waving in the distance. To the left I was overlooking the waters of Pearl Harbor. I watched what looked like a giant golf ball floating in the water rocking back and forth, swaying in the cool harbor water. I started to jog again as it got darker. The hot, humid evening air bit at my face as I ran down the lite street. With each step I took my mind was losing some of the stress that was built up inside of me. When I decided where I wanted to go I turned the corner and stopped. I was at the old basketball court.
Basketball was always special to me. I use it to clear my head and the have fun. I've been doing basketball since I was little, even then it calmed me down. I walk towards the court and put down the ball and stretched my arms for a little while. When I finished stretching I looked at my phone and saw that it was only 5:55 pm. I put my phone down and start to dribble. Thump, thump, thump, is what I hear every time I release the ball from my hand. Swish. The ball went through the net. Every time the ball goes through the net the stress is lifted off my shoulders. I kept shooting until I was tired. when no more shots could be shot I started to dribble the ball. I started to think what will await me tomorrow, but none of that matters. I was here and that was it.
I was walking around the court watching the sun about the set. When I was here nobody could stop me or tell me I needed to do work. I was alone here. I sat down watching the sun go down. It looked like the sun was sinking into the harbor. I heard the birds chirping and the last of the flowers close. I went back to the court and shot for a little while longer. When I checked my phone I saw that it was already 7:00. It only seemed like it was thirty minutes that I was playing basketball. basketball really did take the time away from me.
On the way back home I jogged up the hill to my house. I knew that the moment I went back inside life would start again. The work would still be there, and the late night practices for sports will still happen. But all I needed was the court. There I was myself. There all of the worries went away. There was my second home. I took a deep breath and walked in. Even though I just got back from the court, I couldn't wait to go back.
I was walking around the court watching the sun about the set. When I was here nobody could stop me or tell me I needed to do work. I was alone here. I sat down watching the sun go down. It looked like the sun was sinking into the harbor. I heard the birds chirping and the last of the flowers close. I went back to the court and shot for a little while longer. When I checked my phone I saw that it was already 7:00. It only seemed like it was thirty minutes that I was playing basketball. basketball really did take the time away from me.
On the way back home I jogged up the hill to my house. I knew that the moment I went back inside life would start again. The work would still be there, and the late night practices for sports will still happen. But all I needed was the court. There I was myself. There all of the worries went away. There was my second home. I took a deep breath and walked in. Even though I just got back from the court, I couldn't wait to go back.
GREAT START! YOU NEED TO ADD JUST A LITTLE MORE EXPLANATION ON WHY PLAYING BASKETBALL IS SPECIAL TO YOU. WHY DOES SHOOTING LIFT THE STRESS OFF YOUR SHOULDERS, WHAT FEELING DO YOU FEEL THAT ALLOWS THAT. WHY BASKETBALL COMPARED TO EVERYTHING ELSE. MS(3+)
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