if the dream is big enough i used to watch her from my kitchen window, she seemed so small as she 1)muscled her way through the crowd of boys on the playground. the school was across the street from our home and i would often watch the kids as they played during recess. a sea of children, and yet to me, she stood out from them all. i remember the first day i saw her playing basketball. i watched in wonder as she ran circles around the other kids. she managed to shoot jump shots just over their heads and into the net. the boys always tried to stop her but no one could. i began to notice her at other times, basketball in hand, playing alone. she would practice 2)dribbling and shooting over and over again, sometim
