Earlier in the day, I promised I would shoot baskets with my 10-year-old daughter. Unfortunately, when we arrived at the basketball court, there were already a bunch of people playing. My daughter was a little upset, so I promised her we would play later in the day. Well, I had forgotten my promise and the day encountered a variety of activities to take up our time.
As the clock ticked a little past midnight, the door burst open with my daughter panting, “You ready?” Remembering my words from earlier in the day, I put my shoes on and walked to the courts hand in hand with my little girl.
We had the courts to ourselves. A few people were playing ping pong and a movie on a large screen near the pool played Toy Story as we shot baskets. First, we played horse and then a game of one on one. I’m not sure how long we played; probably not too long. But the memory will last forever.
After our game we stopped by the pizza stand and ate a couple of slices. Yes, I realize how it sounds to say that I played midnight basketball with my daughter and then ate pizza. It sounds awesome.
We had such a great time that my oldest son suggested he and I play the next night. And so we did.
