In a small, close-knit neighborhood, the days often passed in a quiet rhythm of everyday life. The houses were modest, the trees were tall, and the sun always seemed to shine a little brighter on the block. Among the many residents was a young girl named Emma, who lived at 1659, right across the street from a house with a basketball hoop standing proudly in the driveway.
Emma loved basketball. After school, she’d often gaze out her window at the hoop, imagining herself making jump shots and layups. But Emma’s own yard didn’t have enough space for a basketball hoop. Every day she’d see that unused hoop across the street and wonder if maybe, just maybe, she could ask to use it.
One afternoon, armed with determination and a little bit of courage, Emma decided to write a note to her neighbor. She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote in her neat, careful handwriting:
“Dear Neighbor,
My name is Emma and I live across the street at 1659. Would it be ok if I shot some hoops on your b-ball hoop after school some days?
☐ Yes or ☐ No
Comments:”
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