Basketball Is My Home

Running up and down a court dribbling, passing, catching then shooting, even just holding a basketball makes me feel happy, I might miss a few shots but just knowing that I tried is enough. Hearing the noise of shoes moving around is weirdly satisfying to me. When someone passes to me, I dribble and pass everyone in my way to score. Losing or winning, winning is better but as long as we didn’t lose miserably it's ok. Running across the court calling my teammates' name. Playing basketball I feel at home, home isn't always where you sleep and eat, it's always where you're happy.