Just reminiscing
About the summer when I first started playing tennis. I liked that summer, the summer before my 8th grade year. My parents would take my sister and me out to play tennis over at Elliot courts around 4 to 8 PM. I remember how my blue Wilson racket was still new, the strings still tight. About 30 fresh, clean tennis balls waiting to be used. My sister and I were always excited around 3 PM, waiting for our dad to get home to take us to the courts. Sometimes my dad would just take us, and my mom would meet us there and watch us play. Or my dad, sister, and I waited around until 6 for my mom to get home from work and we’d all go out to the courts together. Other times my mom would take my sister and me after dinner and play until 8. My sister and I were still new to the sport, having only basic experience, not even knowing how to keep score. I didn’t care. My family would play tennis together and rally. We’d always have fun. The weather was perfect, the sun was setting, other families would be in the court next to us, kids would be playing at the nearby playground and you could hear laughter. The atmosphere was just relaxing and peaceful. Everyone would always be in a good mood. And afterwards, we’d head over to Jamba Juice. I miss those summer days.
