No im not going religious on you … just a short blog entry about something I realised recently. Sometime I just realise that its the small things that never change about a person. Maybe its true, just like a leopard does not change its spots; my passions never go away. This week I got back into basketball; aside from the fact that at several points during the training session I thought I was going to have a heart attack (Im THAT unhealthy) I really enjoyed being back on the court. I slowly remember my basketball past. Starting when I was 8 in Australia – learning the very basic, moving onto Gozo where I trained religiously with the Gozo mens team and developed some serious skill. The follow year I played for the female team in Gozo. All i used to do was basketball, I used to miss Math class because I would stay playing basketball ‘overtime’ after my lunch break. When social activities were on at school I used to sneak through the hole in the barbed wire fencing behind our school that led to the gym – where I used to meet up with all the highschool truants to have a quick game. At this point I had also been offered a scholarship to go to a basketball camp in the US. I didnt go because my parents werent to fond of the idea and I dont really blame them. The next year bought on my under 19′s Malta national team experience, which saw me training 7 days a week right through summer.  The competitions in Cyprus where like a dream come true; wake up train, go home eat, go play a game. For 5 days I was living a dream. A tiring but brilliant experience. The next year saw me playing with a Maltese womens team. Training was awesome but by this time ‘education’ kicked in and I made the decision that it was time to focus on school not just sports. Now 7 years later Im back in the game… and loving it. Yes training was difficult but Ive still got by thing, being on court just gave me an unknown feeling of liberation. Ive missed it so much my one and only love – basketball… and baby Im back I will now be dedicating a lot of time to focusing on my technique and observing the competition out there. Cant wait to get back to where I used to be.