basketball and sneakers

Jay

America is a melting pot. Before I came to U.S., the only impression of America is from movies. At that time, I was just a kid who likes basketball shoes a lot. 

Whir Whir…… as the plane ready to take off, again, I’m on my way back to United States. This is a place full of my memories from the past.

Where is Maryland?  where is Broadfording Academy?  

I set foot on a plane to the United States again, but each time the feeling is not the same, five years ago I was a child just thinking about how to play more happily. Time is like sand, it is difficult to hold. Once scattered on the beach, we can only recall to those memories. Just like the first time I watched an NBA game on TV, I was curious about America. Is everyone so tall and so strong in America? Why do the NBA players compete with one another as if they were at war? Though I often think of my high school basketball practice, that was my first year in Denver. The high altitude was like a black cloth covering my eyes, lack of oxygen gave me a harder time to see. Also, I could hear the coach shouting at me on the sidelines, and I ended up losing. Then I was very lost and depressed, i just wanted to lie in bed, as if the bones and muscles all over my body have lost vitality. Yes, I feel like a microcosm of my time in America on a plane, lonely most of the time, with a loud noise of the engine in my ear. But I see them as challenges. The blue sky and white clouds outside the window is beautiful. These beautiful clouds are right beside me. My first homestay was a very lovely old lady, and I called her Mrs. Mason. She taught me things like: how to do my dishes, and clean my room.

 American dream, the white fence, a beautiful house and a car. In fact, the American dream is the payback of all the hardworks behind the beautiful surface.