Personal Narrative: My First Year Of Middle School

Walking through the arena looking into the rafters and one day hoping to see my jersey there is a honor like no other and for a lot of young children this is their dream. As a young boy I played and enjoyed them so much that I wanted to continue playing them throughout my life. Coming up on my first year of middle school my mother as always decided to put books over sports; she sent me to a middle school that had no sports. Mainly known for their academics Seventy-First classical middle school is where I started school in the year 2009. At this time of the year travel basketball was just ending and everyone was preparing for the season. Public Middle school sports only consist of 7th and 8th graders, however private school sports do include the 6th grade. As my travel coach decided to help open a school he also decided that he wanted me along for the journey. At the beginning my

Thus she enrolled me in a freshly new Freedom Christian Academy. After a few years Freedom had its own school along with the state of the art basketball facility.

As I grew older I began understanding the significance of the dollar. Although going through life your parents are supposed to be the ones to take care of you I wanted to take care of myself. Always doing what I can to get some extra spending money for the things that I wanted, often times I’d sell some shoes that I didn’t want or could not fit. I can remember my mother's reaction when she found my stash of money it's something that will stick with me the rest of my life. Her face spoke a thousand words but her mouth only said “ Son who do you know that is hiring 11 year olds?” Later on that night at dinner we were talking and she told me that she found it funny that I did have money at my age. She told me that the apple didn't fall far from the tree, referring to my