My Moment Research Paper
My Moment
I was tall for my age in seventh grade, the tallest girl on the junior varsity basketball team. I was goofy and gangly and not quite comfortable in my body. I remember how excited I was to get to play on the team. I was going to play for the Aviano Saints! Since we were just a small American school in northern Italy, everybody who tried out got to play for the team, but it was a pretty big deal for me. Some of my best friends were also on the team and we looked forward to an amazing, fun-filled season together. We practiced hard and played hard. Coach Stafford taught us all the offensive and defensive moves and drilled them over and over until we got it right.
The day finally came for the big game against our rivals, the Vicenza Cougars. We were psyched and ready. We were a force to be reckoned with in our brand new red, white, and blue uniforms. I remember that I got to wear number twenty. I was so proud of my team. Since I wasn’t a starter I didn’t get to play in the first part of the game, but I cheered them on wildly from the sidelines. I sat there on the bench for what felt like forever and watched as the Saints walked all over the Cougars. It was getting close to the end of the game and we were …show more content…
I’m gonna score a lay-up!” I was so wound up I could barely contain myself. This was my moment … my chance to shine. I owned it. I heard more yelling and shouting from the stands as I took the lay-up … and scored! Yay! Two points! It wasn’t until after all the excitement died down that I realized it was two points for the other team … I had shot the ball at the wrong basket. I don’t even remember the final score and I don’t think it mattered. We won the game, of course. My moment to shine had come … and gone. Even though later on in my life there were moments that I did get to shine, that moment was the one for which I would always be remembered as the girl who shot the ball at the wrong
I was tall for my age in seventh grade, the tallest girl on the junior varsity basketball team. I was goofy and gangly and not quite comfortable in my body. I remember how excited I was to get to play on the team. I was going to play for the Aviano Saints! Since we were just a small American school in northern Italy, everybody who tried out got to play for the team, but it was a pretty big deal for me. Some of my best friends were also on the team and we looked forward to an amazing, fun-filled season together. We practiced hard and played hard. Coach Stafford taught us all the offensive and defensive moves and drilled them over and over until we got it right.
The day finally came for the big game against our rivals, the Vicenza Cougars. We were psyched and ready. We were a force to be reckoned with in our brand new red, white, and blue uniforms. I remember that I got to wear number twenty. I was so proud of my team. Since I wasn’t a starter I didn’t get to play in the first part of the game, but I cheered them on wildly from the sidelines. I sat there on the bench for what felt like forever and watched as the Saints walked all over the Cougars. It was getting close to the end of the game and we were …show more content…
I’m gonna score a lay-up!” I was so wound up I could barely contain myself. This was my moment … my chance to shine. I owned it. I heard more yelling and shouting from the stands as I took the lay-up … and scored! Yay! Two points! It wasn’t until after all the excitement died down that I realized it was two points for the other team … I had shot the ball at the wrong basket. I don’t even remember the final score and I don’t think it mattered. We won the game, of course. My moment to shine had come … and gone. Even though later on in my life there were moments that I did get to shine, that moment was the one for which I would always be remembered as the girl who shot the ball at the wrong