Reliving my childhood days
When I think of my childhood and where it all began, I have many fun memories. I grew up in a basketball household. We were the family that had the court in front of our house, and my dad painted free throw and 3-point lines in the driveway. Wilkie Avenue in Gardena, Calif., was the place to be on Saturday mornings.
My brother Pooh and I would get up around 8 a.m. and eat Frosted Flakes to get our day started. We'd put on some shorts and shirts, lace up the Penny Hardaways ...
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