Conflict Narrative

Conflict Narrative All together I have been on six basketball teams in my life. One, for a park in Long Beach, California, other times for the school teams, here in Illinois. 5th, 6th, and 8th grades, plus freshmen and senior years of highschool. From junior high through highschool I started to have issues with my coaches and the minutes of playing time that were given to me, so I quit the 8th and freshman year teams. Surely enough, quitting those two years would come to haunt me throughout my entire highschool career. Since I was seven years old, I remember always going out to the park watching my Dad play basketball. Seeing him play so much, naturally got me into wanting to be just like him, so he encouraged me to like basketball as much as him and began to teach me how to play. Eventualy I grew to love the game. Soon after taking me out to play with him instead of simply watching him play, he signed me up for the local park's basketball team. I dont remember being very good at the time, but i do remember loving every day of practice and playing every game. After just one year of playing basketball for the park, while during the start of 3rd grade, me and my family moved to West Frankfort, Illinois. My parents, being new to the area, knew nothing of upward basketball, which is a little league for local kids to play in, so i had to wait until i got into 5th grade. As soon as the principal made the announcement to my 5th grade class that we would all be able to join the basketball team, I immediately went to my Dad to sign me up. Once again, I loved playing basketball even though i rarely got to play because of the team being consisted of 5th and 6th graders on the same team. When 6th grade had come around, I had been practicing alot with my dad over that summer and got alot better. I was a starter who played point guard and center at the same time. That year was when I really grew a passion for basketball. In my first year of junior