In 1984 my parents were big into tennis. They would play almost weekly, and even took trips to Hilton Head North Carolina once a year (alone) to play tennis all week long. So I guess it was inevitable that I would eventually be introduced to the same sport.
I don’t recall the exact age I started playing, but it was likely around 5 or 6. My parents (mainly my father) would take us to the local tennis courts with ball hopper in hand and teach us the skills. And I have to say, it was not easy for me at first. Generally speaking, I wasn’t a big sports person. I never exceled in things related to sports. So tennis didn’t come naturally to me, and I would easy get frustrated during tennis as well.
But I guess the old adage still rings true – practice makes perfect. So I kept practicing, occasionally hitting the ball on my own against the wall or playing in our driveway. And though the lessons eventually stopped, I kept at it. And it wasn’t long before I got pretty good at the game.
I ended up playing on my high school tennis team (both junior varsity and then varsity). My senior year I was captain of the team (though that was because of my age vs. skill; there were plenty of better players on the team than me).
I found I did much better at doubles than singles. Having a partner helped since I would quickly get winded running all over the court during singles.
Once high school ended, so did tennis. I didn’t really play much at all during college. After college however, I joined a tennis league with the intentions on both playing and hoping to meet someone I could date. I would play every Tuesday night and really enjoyed my time there. I was the youngest in the league, but would eventually get to meet my future love – Ania.