Calling Us Home

There was always that moment when the day finally started to fade — after hours of running around the park, the sky turning that soft orange, and our parents’ voices carrying across the fields. Being so close to home meant they didn’t even have to come find us; one good yell and we knew it was time to head back, dusty, tired, and completely content.😊

The Game

A couple more kids hit the basketball court and boom — instant pickup chaos. Suddenly we were all playing like one perfect shot might earn us an NBA tryout. 😂🏀

Horse

Just one of those moments—the kid wandering over, not just passing by the court, but actually wanting in. A quiet round of H‑O‑R‑S‑E, and suddenly a stranger became a friendly opponent. 😎🏀

Space

One of those awkward moments at the park...another kid has wandered onto the basketball court. Ultimately we'd drift to opposite sides, shooting in our own little worlds, pretending the other wasn’t even there. 😒🏀

Swish!

Hitting a perfect shot - no backboard and all net - on an empty court, it was hard not dance in celebration. 🏀✨

Stuck

 

It felt amazing having the whole court to myself… but it came with its own disadvantages. Like when I managed to wedge the basketball behind the hoop! Typically I’d just wait for someone else to take a shot and knock it loose, but on an empty court, I had to rely on my sneaker to try and free the ball! 😅🏀

Shootin Hoops

Having the whole court to myself felt amazing! I could take any shot I wanted without anyone crowding me out. The only real work was jogging after the ball on the misses, but even that felt peaceful in its own way. 😊🏀