Hooray! I finally got to exercise and play some sports. Ok, ok, I didn't exactly PLAY sports. So I just shot a few baskets, at least I got to run some laps and jump into the air. Haha! I miss being able to shoot some hoops. I'm not necessarily a basketball player; I just know how to toss a ball without looking like a doofus, and I can make a few good baskets if I really tried. Ah, the perks of growing up in front of a Basketball Court surrounded by a brother and a father who ALMOST played Professional basketball.

I remember when my brother refused to let me tag along with him and his friends when they played a game or two. His best friend, who happened to be my first boyfriend's older brother once accompanied me on the court, and taught me how to shoot a basket using the board. Man, that was so cool! He let me shoot a number of times until he called out "Perfect!"

Yesterday, I tried to recall his suggestions when I was first beginning to learn the basic of shooting the ball. After a few mistries, I got the hang of it. *sigh* Memories, memories, memories, oh sweet they all are...