"Everywhere i saw him, he had a basketball in his hand"

I can't say much for this article. i know the type of people that are out there, but my parents have been some of the best around. No joke, like i'm not writing this to get out of writing a lot, my mom especially has been very good at giving me my space yet still encouraging me just the right amount. I tested her too. There were many different things that i started that i also dropped quickly, but she backed (and paid for) every one of them. Some of these activities included violin, karate, soccer, baseball, etc. I did it all and my mom wished i stuck with something but was happy i had so many interests.

However, i did have a friend in elementary school that was seriously pushed by his father to play basketball. Ever since i could remember, this could was always on the A team and his dad was always at every game cheering him on; which seems ok until i asked him if he truly loved it. To my shock he said no, i hate basketball, but if i ever told my dad, he would be crushed. He used to play and he put so much time, money, and effort into me. He even makes me carry around a ball to practice dribbling wherever I go. Then i thought to myself, yeah everywhere i saw him, he had a basketball in his hand. It is so odd. 

Anyways, he wound up coming to my high school midway through the year. I found this kind of odd because i always thought he loved his high school, that's what he always told me. Then  i asked one of my friends why he transfered, and he said that his dad made him because he wasn't starting on the basketball team from his old school. I don't know if that's true, i never really asked him about it. But i did ask him again if he felt the same way about basketball as he did in grammar school and he said no, he grew into it, and he is known for it and he said that it is really good to be good at something, and he is an amazing player, so i'm happy he found his own place to call home.