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Personal Narrative: After School Basketball Practices
It all started when I was in 8th grade, preparing for my first basketball tryouts. I was confident in myself that making the team would be a walk in the park. The next day at school, after the tryouts were over, I was told by a friend that I, unfortunately, was not accepted. At this point, I wanted to do two things, such as: cry or be depressed about the outcomes. This was a difficult time in my life, because it was the first time I was rejected due to lack of skill. I couldn’t be myself for quite a long time, considering how this obstacle was constantly playing with my emotions. Nevertheless, my older brother eventually took me to after school basketball practices. It was here, where I regained my strength, and was taught that if a person

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