My Team-Personal Narrative

“Hey guys I got next game” I said as I placed my water bottle down on the wet grass. I went aside to tie my shoe. All of a sudden the trash talk began to start.
“Oh man it’s this kid again. He is not playing on my team he is so garbage” one of them said to me as if I wasn’t even there.They usually say things much worse. So you could say I adapted to the way they talked. I did not let this get under my skin. Because, I kept telling myself You got better you are the best. I kept telling myself this but did I really get better?
“Hey kid, come play on my team” Mo said. Mo was the only one who believed in me. He always gave me talks and advice about basketball. He was like a mentor to me, other than my brother. So I walked with my head high over to the court. My goal was to not
I sat on the wet grass and put my hands over my head a tear rolling off the side of my face. I was not upset, I was frustrated. I wiped my tear off with my shirt already drenched in sweat. Mo noticed this and taped me on the shoulder. He told me something that would change the way I practiced and my mentality.
“Don’t listen to what they have to say. Listen, you’re just a late bloomer. Superstars take time. Just keep working on your game. I promise you will become better than any of the guys who go to this park”. Those words imprinted in my brain. It came to a point where I could recite what he said like the prayers at church. I specifically remembered him saying Superstars aren’t made instantly and to keep working on my game.
A whole year later and I got a magnitudes better. I had a new mentality and I vowed to become not just the best player at that park. But the best 13 year old basketball player in the world. And just like Mo said superstars take time and I am willing to become a superstar. With this new mindset I was able to keep practicing and I became motivated every time someone doubted me. I stayed determined and never stopped working on my