I thought about what my birthday wishes used to be like, and how many of them actually did come true. I don’t remember all of them, but I’m sure some of them were as simple as wishing for the Malibu Barbie I’d asked for, or as ridiculous as wishing that I would never have to go to school again. There was one specific wish I do remember making though, and it was somewhere around my thirteenth birthday, when I’d just really started playing basketball. I wished that I would become a professional basketball player.
|Teammates & Boys After Their Win!|
My teammates and coach gave me a Swiss water bottle and a signed basketball for a present (so cute). The women’s basketballs in Europe say “G6” on them, which my teammates added a “Like a…” to (yes, I was feelin’ so fly…). They all signed the ball with their names and numbers, except for my coach, who simply wrote, “Julie #Coach.” They sang their French Happy Birthday song to me, and even got me a free dessert from Mickey D’s. Overall, I’d say it was a pretty American birthday celebration. Only one traditional thing was missing: the blowing out of the candles. I’m saving that for when I go home, and I’m already thinking up wishes.