In Regard to the Rebound

When I was growing up, almost every house in Baby Boom suburbia, had some sort of basketball hoop mounted above the garage making the driveway the perfect place to be in the “key” for a game of HORSE, to practice free throw shots, or to see if you could hear the swoosh of the net.  As an adult, I stand 5’3” give or take a little bit, and as a kid, I was even more petite.  Still, my size disadvantage made me even more determined.  As long as the basketball held air and we could figure out how to use the air pump with the needle attachment and we hadn’t lost the needle, we had a game.

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