One summer in my hometown of Marietta, Georgia, my brother, his friend, and I built a pyramid of furniture underneath the basketball goal of our home. We stacked it so high that when we lowered the goal that we could all touch the rim and look like we were the ultimate basketball stars! I had never gotten to hang out with my brother or his friends before and after all 9 years of begging he finally let me join them this one night. I loved to play basketball because i was a tomboy and i was also a daddy's girl, and anything that my dad liked to do, i enjoyed it as well.
This was the last summer that i would spend in Marietta come to find out and that had been my home for so long and i realized that i was leaving all of my friends and the people that i thought of as my family behind. So many memories that i had grown up with. The black on the driveway from where our air conditioner man's van blew up in our driveway. The basketball goal that i had helped my dad put up just off the side of our driveway and underneath it the footprints that were imprinted in the cement just for a sensational memory. Or the woods where i had built a fort at the age of 5, where i would go when i would tell my mom i was running away for the day, when she would faithfully find me sitting there on my blue stool with a smile on my face and convince me to come back home.
This summer had to be epic since it was going to be my last summer at home, so when my brother asked me if i wanted to be apart of the furniture building and goofy picture taking, i wasn't hesitant to say yes. I infact knew that this would be one for the books and quickly joined them. We took pictures like we were Shaq and everytime that i still look back on those pictures, i remember that night forever as the night that i spent with the boys.
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