When he was first down there with a ball, he was all of six and struggling to t h r o w that ball high enough to skim the bottom of the net.
As the years went on and he grew, his shots got higher and better. He would spend hours down there playing with whoever happened along; he's even let me play a few games of "horse" with him. All that practice made him so good that he played competitively as well.
And this morning I see he still picks up a ball; he is still down there taking the shot and making the layup, still engaged, still practicing, still improving.