I turned the big four. We just had my b-day party. Finally i get to open presents. There is only one that I'm looking forward to. The boy down the street has lots of basketballs and his very own rim. After I saw him I knew I wanted to be just like him. I really hope my dad got it.
I find out in 3.........2......... 1...... I have it! I finally have it! My own basketball rim just like the kid down the street! Not only that, but I have a basketball to. It's huge and shiny. I have lots of trouble dribbling. The ball always rolls down the street whenever I try to bounce it. That's not fair. I can't wait to be able to do a layup just like the guys in t.v.
Even if I am four I'm tall and active too. They will see when I'm older. Imma make so many shots that they will start calling me Swish. My dad is amazing to get me this. I'm so happy. On this day the ball as my witness I still never ever give up on the dream if being a ball player. Forever and always you and me ball. You and me. I promise.
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Teen Fiction"Look, you need to choose between me or the ball. I love you." Derek says crying. "I love you too but. ...." I say back. "If you do then leave practice and come to our slide." It's been the ball and Swish since 4 years old. When a new boy named De...
