Cheesy as it sounds, my proudest/happiest moment has to be the day I made the Varsity Girls Basketball team at Granada Hills Charter High School as a freshman. Basketball is a huge aspect in my family, my aunt played for USC, my mom was All City in high school, and both my brother and dad still play. Starting from the age of seven my life consisted of basketball practice, clinics, games, drills, weight training, and tournaments. All this preparation was intended for the day I entered high school. I was determined to make the varsity level team as a freshman no matter what it took. It may seem trivial to others, but in a sense I felt like I had to prove something to myself and others. When I want something specific, I will do whatever it takes to get it. Now, I am not talking about materialistic items, or friends, or boyfriends; I am talking about issues that have to do with myself. Making the team was a test for myself about how good I really am or working to become the person I want to be. Basketball is a reflection of myself, an identity, and not making the team would mean I wasn't good enough. The way I think usually doesnt make sense to others, but I truly believe that if I try my hardest to attain a goal and fail, it means I am not good enough. Over and over I have strived to attain my dreams, making varsity my freshman year, getting into my #1 pick school, and maintaining at least one 4.0 in college. This moment was, so far, the one and only time in my life where I gave it my all and came out on top. It was literally, a dream come true.
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