When I was around 8 years old my Mom purchased a mini hoop for my room. It had a cardboard backboard, plastic rim, and a purple foam ball was included. It went on my room’s main door, as I controlled the decorations for that one, and my sister owned the closet door.
I played with it constantly, and even moved it around the house. Living room games were just as good as ones at my “home court”, on my side of the bedroom.
Mini hoops were all the rage to kids in my school. Almost every house had a basketball hoop in the front yard, but that wasn’t enough for rambunctious children. Indoor activities had to be just as physical.
Somewhere along my childhood years the mini hoop and I had to part ways. I was in high school. My family and I were participating in street wide tag sale at my cousins’ house. The hoop would sell well, and I thought I had outgrown it. Two dollars later I was without a mini hoop, and a neighborhood kid had a big smile plastered on his face.
During my semester off between community college and four year University I began to long for the days when I had a mini hoop. I wanted to be able to take some shots, but cash was low. As college approached I had hoped to bring the extremely mini, mini hoop, that I had seen at the grocery store to college. It didn’t work our though, and off to college I went, mini hoopless.
During a visit home I was able to spend a little less than $4. The mini hoop was mine.
My desks back panel became the mini hoops home. Command tape wouldn’t hurt the desk, and the small plastic ball wouldn’t bother my neighbors.
College just got a whole lot better for me. My mini hoop made my dorm room rise up a level in awesomeness standards. I play a little bit, when it’s not quiet hours. Usually between classes, or when I need a break from a project. Mini hooping for life.
– Katelyn Avery