This story starts in 2013 as in fifth grade i picked up my first basketball. I was in love with the game but I was never good it took me till the summer after I learned that I can't play with fear of others being better. The entire summer I played my 6 foot tall dad all out I never won that entire summer but he always pointed out something for me to add to my game, and they were things that you think about in life with trust leadership and hard work. this was one of the reasons I am the way I am today. After that my 6th grade year I was outplayed outscored in every way by all the kids but my defense was what I prided myself on to stop the best player every time thatch where you get tough and play with grit. I went to basketball camp the year after and started to get better but nothing close to where I am now. fast forwarding to my 8th grade summer I went to a camp that was a life changing experience because you got feed bad food three times unlimited water and a small hot tent dark nights. There was only one thing to do all day with no phones there was a basketball court. The ball you see right now changed my life I despised that camp we went hiking and got lost for about 5 hours. Worst of all no contact with my mom. From the moment I woke up until I went to sleep it was basketball. I got good that summer I lost a tooth  almost passed out, I won until I was at my prime. That is why this basketball means so much. Bad times and good it was me and the ball.

– Alexander Montero

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