One sunny Friday afternoon, I was still at school with my little sister, Rochelle and we were on the top court, happily playing with my purple netball. While I was getting ready to shoot 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 to shoot.