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It was a Friday night and I had tickets to go watch the Lakers play against the Bucks in L.A. I was so excited because I was about to see my favorite team, the Lakers, play against the Milwaukee Bucks. The Lakers are my favorite team because Lebron James is on the Lakers and I think he is the best basketball player of all time. I have been a fan of him since I was born. I try to watch all of his games on live television. Aside from Lebron being my favorite player, the other reason I am so excited to see the game is because basketball is my favorite sport. I play basketball whenever I have a chance. I play basketball 24/7. I play indoors, in the snow, in the rain, and in one-hundred-degree weather.

Since I do not get to go to live games very often, this game was even a bigger treat because the Lakers had some amazing plays and it was a nail biter. I had been thoroughly enjoying the game. Then, I looked up at the clock and realized that there was only three seconds left and the Lakers were down by two points. Kyle Kuzma rolled the ball to half court so it would not waste any time. Lebron picked it up and chucked right into the net. The buzzer went beep and the Lakers won the game! At that moment, I looked to the man next to me and I said, “I wish I was an NBA star on the Lakers team.”  The man looked back at me and said, “if you say so,” and then nodded his head forward. I thought his answer was strange but then I quickly turned my head the other direction because my mom was tapping my shoulder.  She was telling me that we needed to leave because the game was over, and my big brother Dylan was very tired and about to fall asleep.

The next morning, I woke up in a different room. I got out of bed and walked out of the room. This was not my house. It was enormous. It could not be my house. My house was smaller and had a white exterior. The house that I was standing in was a grey modern house and about ten times larger. Then I looked out my window and saw people holding signs saying, “he is too young.” Another group held signs that said, “go Lakers.” Suddenly, I heard the phone ringing from my bedroom. I ran for the phone and saw that the caller I.D. read Frank Vogel. I said to myself, “Frank Vogel!  He is the coach of the Lakers.” I ran to the phone and picked it up. He said, “I thought I told you practice was at 11:00 not 12:00. I guess I forgot to tell you about the change in practice time. Never mind that, just come to tomorrow’s practice.” Then he quickly hung up the phone.

I got dressed in a hurry and walked out of the house. Then my mom said, “you’re going to be late to meet your friends at Disneyland.” In traffic everybody was honking at my mom and me. I kept looking back and wondering why everybody was honking. When there was a red light, people got out of their cars and started to hit our car. We had to run the red light so that no damage would happen to our car. We arrived at the park. We got out of our car and walked through the entrance. People began to chase me with photos of me playing basketball in a Lakers uniform. I stopped running and asked the lady holding my picture why she was chasing me. She responded with a quick answer. “What do you mean silly? You are an NBA player. Stop joking around and sign my picture, please.” I then realized that my wish from last night came true.  I was now an NBA player on the Lakers team.

While I was excited to be an NBA player, I realized that I should have wished to become an NBA player when I am older.  To that end, becoming a player at ten years old had too many challenges and headaches.