"my court" was a neighbors slab they'd poured in the back of their house. It was surrounded by some huge pines that ringed their backyard and they let me turn the lights on and off from inside their garage. I can't imagine how many thousands of hours I spent out there growing up, including many when I had to shovel the snow off the slab or playing in the rain. I always felt it was worth at least 2 extra baskets if I was playing someone in 1 on 1 on that court. I could have probably shot pretty well just from looking down at the concrete to know where I was and then turning and shooting with my eyes closed on that court.
I took my son back to IN about 8 years ago and we did a "return home" trip where I took him to all the places I remembered from growing up in IN: Reds game, Kings Island, IN BBall HOF, New Castle fieldhouse, Hoosiers Gym, Indians game, Bankers Life, HoosierDome, Butler, Southport High and IU's gyms. We stopped in at the old 'hood and I checked in with the family living in this house now and asked them if I could shoot there with my son. It was a great trip, and that return to my neighborhood with my son was probably the most meaningful to me.