I was about shoot the ball when my sister started shouting happily, cheerfully, loudly, quietly, encouragingly.

One friday afternoon, I was still at school with my little sister, Rochelle and we were happily on the top court playing with my netball. I could see the fluffy white clouds, I could smell the rich aroma of soil wafting through the air, I could hear the whispering wind as it passed by, I could feel the warm sunshine, keeping me boiling hot. I was about shoot the ball when my sister started shouting encouragingly. I was ready for anything.