Why go I play Basketball? Am I passionate about Basketball? Besides writing stories, Basketball has been my escape. When I don't dream of the vampire king saving me, or how Taigi was an amazing boyfriend. All I feel is the will, the hope. My team. 

  Why did I come to see it like that? Simply put, I needed change. Although riding horses was fun while it lasted, it just dragged on and continued. A never ending cycle, like a horse spinning on his foot over and over without stopping. I needed a new door, a door knob to the unknown.
  Volleyball, my serves were always to hard.
  Soccer, no hand- foot- leg coordination. My Mother then told me to give up on finding an alternative. I was being asked by the best of the best riders to ride at Worlds. I felt to basic just to accept right away. 7th Grade year, playing a game of 3-0n-3 had lit a spark in me. I tried out for BAsketball and Both Junior High years I made C. I practiced and Practiced, However I refused to give in. The last few games of 8th grade year I had been moved to B Team. "Behind all those hours of Practice and all the coaches who pushed you, there was a girl that shot the ball and fell in Love. And never looked back." Michael Jordan had quoted.
  High school then came along, Freshman year I made B, starting guard and secondary point. It was difficult, trying to help them score as much as possible. It made my heart race, shooting, Passing, rebounding, every little thing.
  However my passion soon through me over the edge, causing more problems, failing one class had caused my heart to be broken. I couldn't play by their side. Mother wouldn't even support them either. I was the worst player for not being there for them as I should have been. I began to ask myself, "Was I even considered to play beside them?"
  Come to think of it, I truly miss it.
  Varsity had told me that I could fix the grade and everything would be back to normal. I made a vow, I'd fix it and come back with a vengeance, I'd come back able to shot two feet away from the outside three and even the inside, I won't disappoint them or myself anylonger. Losing Basketball is like losing a part of me. Losing what made me who I am. The will to win, fight or even try. It's a leg to a body. It's part of you.
  So I ask you this?

What is Basketball to you?