When I was nine years old and my dad put up a basketball rim for my younger brother and me. We were both so excited to be able to play basketball in our very own backyard. That first evening, we played all night until bedtime, the backyard illuminated only by a small 100 watt outdoor light 30 feet away. But it was fantastically fun and at the end, exhausted and unable to stop sweating, our mother called us in to take our baths and we went to sleep as soon as our heads hit our pillows. Over the next 10 years, my brother and I would have epic one-on-one contests almost every day. Even now, 20 years later, each with our own families, we still play on that rim and court whenever we’re at our parent’s home at the same time.
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