I moved to Hong Kong when I entered fourth grade. I was ten, and too young to appreciate its customs and culture. However, I did learn to imitate a British accent and speak enough Cantonese to get around. Surprisingly, my love for basketball was the most valuable part of my overseas experience.
             I attended a British school with students from as far away as New Zealand, South Africa and India. The beginning was awkward as I tried to find something in common and form friendships. Standing outside on a large barren cement patio for half an hour was the school's idea of recess. Then, one day I noticed a group of kids dribbling some basketballs and taking shots in the one, dilapidated hoop. I decided to join them and soon discovered over a game of ball that even though we all came from different cultures, races and religions, we were able to communicate through sport. Because I took the initiative and joined in that game, I overcame cultural boundaries and learned a sport that became integral to my life.
             I was thrilled to make the school basketball team when I returned to New York. I have played for seven years now. I made this commitment because I enjoy every aspect of the game. Similar to Hong Kong, basketball continued to help me interact with kids I would not have otherwise. Playing basketball is what relieves me from my worries. When I'm on the court it's just me and the ball. At no point during the game do I think about homework assignments or any craziness going on in my life. Although practices can be strenuous I still enjoy challenging and pushing myself to my full potential.
             Being part of the team has also taught me serious dedication. To follow through on my obligation, I have made the difficult decision to sacrifice my social life. While all my friends are at the movies or on a shopping spree at the mall, I can usually be found running laps around the school gym. Basketball helped me l...