The Second Middle Child
I am the second middle child of four children. This is just one of the many ways to describe me. Another way is, I am the second middle child of four girls. I am also the only tomboy of four girls. I am the only brunette of my three sisters. Also, I am the only one with my dads popping sky blue eyes. These are all ways to describe me from being different than my sisters. I like to describe myself as the only sister who plays basketball.
I love to play basketball. Sure I am definitely not the best, but I am at least decent. I have been playing since I was at least eight years old. When I was in elementary school, I used to play basketball on the playground. It was fun then since nobody was extremely good then. Also, I used to play on NJB. It was fun then, but when I played on NJB, the kids started getting better.
When sixth grade rolled around, I could not wait to join the team. I thought I was the best player ever, and I was sure that I was going to make A-team. I did well at tryouts, but I made B-team. I started to cry. However, it was a good year. I learned some more things, but since I was like the best player on B-team, I was able to help my teammates get better. At the end of the season, I won the MVP award. That made me feel like I was the best player in the world. I could not wait till next year.
Well, seventh grade came and I made C-team. I was kind of sad, but my team only had seven people, so I got a lot of playing time. I still had that mentality where I thought I was so awesome at basketball. I had won the best passer award. Sure it wasn’t MVP or anything, but it was still an award.
My eight grade year of basketball I made the B-team. I was kind of bummed, because this meant I would not get to go to Portland like the A-team basketball team. I still had fun on B-team though, since my two best friends were on it. Also, there were only four eight graders on the team. It made us feel like...