I really love the sound of hi-top sneakers on wood floors. It is comforting to me to listen to the rhythm of the leathery ball bouncing. bounce, bounce, bounce, swish! bounce, bounce, squeak, bounce. Winter time and basketball have gone together since I was in grade school. I spent every birthday from junior high on at a basketball tourney.
I miss shooting baskets, running drills, being a part of a team. I miss those afternoons filled with basketball. I was lucky enough to hear those comforting sounds and watch rivals play last week at Jesuit High School in Beaverton, Oregon. I forgot how dark the small gyms at high schools are after shooting years of high school varsity basketball and Blazers ball. I have not forgotten how many life skills I honed in a smelly locker room and while running back and forth on a wooden floor. I hope that the girls I met at Jesuit learn as many powerful lessons about life as I did while enjoying their afternoons of basketball.