We traveled a long way around the beltway and navigated down never-before-seen streets.  Finally, we arrived at the school and found ourselves among a few fans from Gwynn Park.  Ron spotted the booster club food booth and indulged in a tasty hot dog. 

None of the fans were concerned about the outcome of the game.  As predicted, Gwynn Park dominated the floor and our recruit, Charmaine, played just a few minutes.  It was a chance for her fellow players to get some playing time.  Charmaine seemed like a typical high school girl.  She giggled, played with her hair, and talked with her teammates on the bench.  Ron and I raised our eyebrows!

Four years later, I had a chance to tell Charmaine this story at a Rebounder Social.  As I related the tale and complimented her on the progress she made during her college career, my eyes welled up with tears of pride.  I realized that my attendance at the high school game had started an emotional attachment; an attachment I didn’t even know I had until that moment.