Special Remembrance of Childhood

It was about April of 1998 when the magic happened. I was laying in the bed with my dad watching t.v., and some basketball game was on. I had heard of the guy who played basketball and was on all the commercials, and I even had some posters of him in my room. (But i had taken it all or granted until this day.) This 6 foot 6 inch North Carolina native, sporting the number 23 intercepted a pass at the top of the key, sprinted down court, then he realized he was all alone. He started preparing himself for launch, he took off from about a foot inside the foul line, he glidded across the lane, his tongue was wagging, the Chicago crowd was on their feet. Then he threw down a thunderous yet graceful dunk that lit my soul on fire. That was the day Michael Jordan became my hero.