Thinking about dad and basketball

I've been thinking about my dad Jamie Don. Sometimes he tickles me and I giggle. I always say to him, please stop! Then he stops then I say, Jamie, give me a break! Then he giggles. He makes me laugh and he snuggles me when we all watch tv on the sofa. He works with me on my dribbling. I have to dribble a basketball every night for practice for my coordination so he helps me to learn bounce passes and switching hands when dribbling. The other night I dribbled more than a hundred times in a row so I felt good and I like dribbling. It makes me feel happy inside and every time I dribble the ball then he always puts me in touch with it like if I miss it he will get it for me and give it to me so I can dribble some more until I decide I'm done. It's good for me to be dribbling because it makes me feel more relaxed. Then when I go to school I can dribble with the other kids and make some shots when I go to extended day after school. It makes me feel good to know that the kids want to be around me then they'll give me some attention. The end.