Ball and Driveway

Whenever I would get bored as a kid, I knew exactly
what I was going to do.
Go to the garage, search for the dirt covered sphere and
head to the driveway. I would shoot and play for ever
during the summer. Most of the shots were ridiculous.
Behind the backboard. From behind the car. Shots way too
far out of my range. I loved making myself the hero out
on my driveway. Throw the ball towards the side of the driveway
and try to save it before it rolled down the hill. Picture myself
at the top of the key, 20 seconds left, counting down in my head,
holding the ball, waiting for the last shot. 3..2..1..entttt!!
The driveway, the ball and my mind could keep me
entertained for hours. I always thought about playing basketball
for college when I was a kid. But I never really worked hard
on the driveway. I just wanted to have fun. I still play to have
fun. Now when I shoot I do more of a serious workout. I still have fun
and shoot a few silly shots and a dunk here or there. But I truely miss
the imaginary hero days from the driveway