Me and Lebron James

Me and Lebron James

Part 1
Hello, ladies and gentlemen, good morning! As a basketball, it’s my great honor to stand here. A basketball? Yes, but I am not an ordinary basketball, because I have a good friend, his name is LeBron James and I want to introduce him to you. You may think that I will talk about some cut-and-dried clichés, like James has won two NBA championships, four NBA Most Valuable Player Awards, or an NBA scoring title. This is totally wrong. I’d like to share different aspects of my friend before he is in vogue.
My friend was born on December 30, 1984 in Akron, Ohio and was raised by his mother—Gloria Marie James’ own. When he was 3 years old, I came to his life and brightened his childhood. At that time, life was often a struggle for them, who moved from apartment to apartment in the seedier neighborhoods of Akron. Realizing he would be better off with a more stable family environment, under a kind friend’s help, they had their own apartment. Of course, I shared the same room with him at that time. In our room, there were a lot of posters of famous NBA stars, such as Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant and Allen Iverson. Jordan was his favorite player, so James chose No.23 as his jersey number later. And there was also an American map. We called it “impetus”. In every classroom of the United States there must be an American map on the wall. I can find Columbus or Cincinnati, but I can’t find my hometown. What is Akron? Where is Akron? The idiot who designed this map did not mark my hometown. When James looked at this map in our room, he always turned round and said to me in an angry voice, “Hey, man! One day we will create a miracle and we will let people from all over the world know our hometown. I promise!” Although we had this ambition, environmental surroundings were not good. Gunfights and drug trade happened everyday. We woke up by alarm or gunfire almost every night and felt lonely. James said: “I had no happy memories of my childhood. I didn’t know whether...

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