In January I was just turning eighteen. It was one of the better birthdays I have experienced so far. My team had a basketball game that night and I made up my mind that I wanted that game to be the best one of my highschool years. We played a team that should have been ashamed to call themselves a high school team. Their team was pretty sorry, but I wasn't about to let that get it my way. As planned, we stomped them 65-23 and I scored 25 points of our 65 points. Never in my life have I been in such a special moment as that one. I mean being the high scorer wasn't the biggest part, but winning with a group of guys I consider family made it all worth while. The guys that walked off the court that day see me almost three times a week now. I can't go back in time and relive that moment, but at least my relationships with those guys grew stronger. On my eighteenth birthday I learned something that will carry me through life. I learned that special moments eventually reduce to memories, but the relationships with those that were there for those special moments, live on forever.
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