a year of stories - 10 of 52 / by Carey Pace

*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit my fellow Virginian TESS RUNION after you read this post to continue the circle.*


My son's basketball team had won their first game in the County Tournament the night before. My husband told my son he needed to go down to the basketball court Wednesday afternoon and practice shooting from various spots, fifteen shots a spot, to prepare for the final Tournament Championship game the following day.  Shawn had a work dinner to attend and couldn't be there to enforce the practice himself, thus I got to be in that role.  

We marked various positions on the driveway and I had him keep track of hits and misses with chalk . I pulled out a new box of chalk and asked my daughter to draw while we were otherwise occupied.  My son was getting really frustrated at the wind.  It was rather windy and it was affecting his shots.  We are working very hard on channeling frustrations into the drive to improve instead of succumbing to defeat and quitting with as our demeanor. I cannot say this has been a quick lesson for him. 

As the Boy was whining about the wind and how WINDY it was, the Lady suddenly laments "I sure wish we had a kite."  And I remembered!  

I found three kites clearanced at Dick's Sporting Goods back in December and I had put them away for a windy spring day in March.  My mind made the connection that BAM! We ARE in March and it is time to pull out those kites! I ran inside and brought out the frog.  She was ecstatic.  My son shot ball a little bit longer and then said, "I wish we had another kite."  So I ran back inside and came out with a dragon.  

We had the best time flying those kites until the sun set.  I hope days like this are what they remember.  

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And then, perhaps best of all, is that all that windy basketball practice ended up rather paying off.  He made the first bucket of the game, and then sealed the win with two free throws at the very nail biter end of the game.  WHOOP. 


*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit my fellow Virginian TESS RUNION after you read this post to continue the circle.*