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　　I used to watch her from my kitchen window．She seemed so small as she forced her way through the crowd of boys on the playground．

　　　　1　　 6was across the street from our home and I would often watch the kids as they played during break time．There are so many children, and yet to me, she 　　2　　 from them all．

　　I 　　3　　 the first day I saw her playing basketball．I watched in wonder as she ran circles around the other kids．She 　　4　　 to shoot jump shots just over their heads and into the net．The boys always tried to 　　5　　 her but no one could．

　　I began to notice her at other times, basketball in hand, playing alone．She would 　　6　　 moving basketball and shooting it over and over again, sometimes 　　7　　 dark．One day I asked her why she practiced so much．She looked me in the eye and without a moment of 　　8　　 she said, “I want to go to college．The only way I can go is to get a scholarship．I like 　　9　　．I decided that if I were good enough, I would get a scholarship．I am going to play college basketball．I want to be 　　10　　．My Daddy told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don't count．” Then she smiled and ran towards the court to repeat the routine I had seen over and over again．

　　Well, I had to give it to her－she was 　　11　　．I watched her through those junior high years and into high school．Every week, she led her team to victory．

　　The next year, as she and her team went to the Northern California Championship game, she was seen by a college coach．She was indeed offered a scholarship, a full ride, to a Division I, NCAA women's basketball team．It's 　　12　　：If the dream is big enough, the facts don't count．