She was a rising third grader back then when she signed up for her first basketball camp at school.
Back when she considered giving up.
Now Grace is a rising sixth grader with three years of practice and games under her belt. She’s signed up for a week of McCracken camp.
And she’s fired up.
She tells the girl across the street she can’t play Sunday afternoon because she has to “train” for camp the next morning. So she shoots some baskets, then runs down the road and back, shoots some more.
“Grandma, can you come out and bounce me some passes?”
So I go outside and bounce the ball, and she turns and dribbles and fakes a pass and shoots. Then I get low and get in her face. I steal the ball and shoot.
“Grandma! You made it!”
I shoot again. “My form’s not so good.”
She agrees. “But you’re sixty-five years old!”
“Sixty-four,” I correct her. “Sixty-FOUR.”
Continued over at BibleDude…
Still shooting,
Sandy
