Learning Basketball

I started playing basketball at the age of 7. My father insisted on us playing basketball together, and eventually, I gave in. Although I wasn't the best player, I was improving. My father would try to teach me as early as 7 or 8 a.m., but lacking athletic genes made it challenging for me to grasp the skills. Back then, I wasn't even involved in athletics.

One day, while learning the ‘lay-up' basketball trick, I fell in the middle of a jump. My dad had made it seem so simple that I assumed I didn't need any special skills to execute it. Without giving it much thought, I went for it, and within seconds, I found myself on the ground with no view for at least three seconds. Everything seemed hazy, even the blackness. It was both awkward and depressing.

At that moment, I was already in tears, but my father just laughed. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, and the fall caused my knee to bleed. The bleeding was evident, and the scar turned out to be pretty deep. I asked my father to get me some plaster to stop the bleeding.

Louis Anthony Surya – 11 IPA