I head out the front doors of my house and it's only 6 a.m. By 7, I have ran a mile and jumped up and down countless stairs. Consider this the summary of my summer. I constantly find my schedule jam packed with various sport practices, team bonding events, or private lessons to improve my game. Whether I'm diving on the floor over and over again to get a perfect pass for volleyball, or running my 8th set of lines to improve my stamina for basketball, my day constantly consists of sports.
Although, I rarely find free time, every Monday night stays the same, yet completely different. I participate in a Christian youth group called Younglife. We get together every Monday at 7:27 to enjoy each others company, countless games and skits, and the presence of the Lord. Over the summer, I got to spend a week at Washington Family Ranch-Canyon with 800 other high school aged kids from all over Washington and Oregon doing things like zip lining, go carting, rope courses ands myriad of other activities, all while loving the Lord and furthering my relationship with Him. Then, I got invited to return to camp two …show more content…
I always have an endless flow of love and support coming from my family. Since I started playing basketball in the 4th grade, I've played on 9 different teams and hundreds and hundreds of games, but my Grandma Sue made just about everyone. The only time she would allow herself to miss a game was if she was going to one of my brother’s games. After playing on 6 volleyball teams that travel anywhere from just down the road to the east side of the state, she hasn't missed one game. Her showing up isn't even the best part, after every game she tells me how I did. Without sugar coating it the slightest bit. Sometimes I get the “Oh Dani! You did so great!” or I might get the “that was rocky. You guys need to pick it up,” speech. No matter what she says, it's always exactly what I want to