College App

   My family is funny , together and happy. I have two sisters and two brothers three of which are younger than me.  Plus, the woman that runs the show, my mother Elizabeth Lewis.

The community in which my family and I live in is a place where I would have to say that I would not want my kids to live in. Sometimes, it can be a little wild.

I come from a world in which my family is my main source for moral support.  Each and every day , they inspire me to become the best person I can be. My family is a huge influence in my life.

    As a young boy , i remember laying down in my bed staring at the ceiling. I remember getting out of bed  and my feet touching the ice cold floor. and me slowly walking down stairs. At the end of the stairs i walk into the room and see my mother siting in a chair watching Television. my eyes scan the room as quickly as possible in search of my father but him not being there.  My warm heart slowing turning cold and me feeling the tingles in my hands and feet.  That's when i knew for sure that my father had left.
    In the year 1998 i did not see my father for a few months. He was in the Navy and he worked on the flight deck and sometimes even as a rescue swimmer. When he would leave he would be gone for months at a time.  Then when he would come back it fely as if he would stay for only a few days.  Yet as a five year old boy i was just happy to see him when he came around. When ever he would return from being over seas he would always bring back gifts. One time he had brought me back this really cool picture of the ship that he worked on. It had a ton of air planes ,jets  and even a few coppers. Then one day after staring at the poster hanging on my wall came up with the idea of becoming one of those people who flew the air planes and jets. That way i would be able to spend time with my father while he was at work on the ship and still be able to fly back home to my mother and sister.
    So my father was a huge inspiration to my life. By him being in the Navy and leaving to over seas months at a time help me shape my dreams of becoming  a pilot.  Ever since then i always wanted to become a professional aviator.

    Ever since i was in elementary school i loved playing sports.  In the third grade i would discover the game of basketball and every break time outside that's what i would play basketball. From the third grade on i would play basketball and it would become a talent of mine as well as an accomplishment near and dear to my heart.
   

Throughout elementary school i would play basketball , dream about basketball and just fall straight in love with basketball.  That was until I had graduated from elementary school and that's when it all changed.  Middle school was so much different in so many ways.  There was different classes ,people and even real sports teams. There was a basketball team and i thought that it would be really fun just to play on the team. The only problem was that i had to make the team first and that meant that i would have to try out first.

    I was a very small young boy who did not have a clue how to play on a real team. I only use to play for fun. That was a huge reason why when people heard i was trying out they gave me no chance to make it. They where shooting out put downs quicker that a built leaving  a gun when its fired.  Yes i must say that the tryout was very hard and it was a huge amount of running involved but i was just happy that i did not give up on my self because other people said i should. That next Monday was when the list was posted with the names of the people who made the team. I remember walking up to the list and seeing my name on it.  I ran as quick as i could to the gym to meet up with my teammates. yet when i walked it i got the feeling as if they did not wont me there. I still greeted all of my new teammates with a handshake and a smile. The coach the spoke he said “Welcome to the chipman cougars 06-07 basketball season” and that's when-it began.

    About two weeks later was our first game and i was extremely nervous. I had got my jersey with the number 30 on the back in gold writing and that's when i got even more nervous. At tip off i found my self siting on the bench until the second quarter. When i entered the game a teammate passed me the ball and it felt like a rock I was wide open for a shoot but was too scared to take it because if i missed then they would just be very mad at me so instead i tryed to pass it and it ended up getting stolen and i had to ride the bench until the third game.
    In the third game i did not play until the second-quarter. I remember hearing yelling and hearing a voice say “just play hard”. Then i looked up in the crowd and saw my mother smile at me.  From that point in the game all the way up tell now when ever i step on the court i make sure that i always play hard and just remember that felling of when my mother smiled at me.