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All my life I have lived with a special room in my house. I see it as a racket room. My friends could see it as a playground, others see it as a normal room, but for me, it has always been the racket room. In that room there’s a wall full of rackets, squash rackets, with one special spot that belongs to my dad’s special racket, and all this because of my dad’s squash obsession. That sport is not that popular, not a sport that everyone plays, and it isn’t known by everyone, but I have known it since I am little. There was no day I didn’t hear the word squash said by my father. Every single day, my dad has to come with something related to squash, maybe a joke or maybe a story, but it has to be about squash. Sometimes my dad invites my brothers and me to play against him. But there are only 3 rackets we could use, my dad’s special racket, a normal racket, and the old one. Of course, my dad always uses his racket, and we have to take turns so we could use the normal one. Nobody wants to use the old one. We have always wanted to use my dad’s racket, but I think that’s impossible, unless we could win against my father, but as I said, that’s impossible. At least one time a weekend my dad goes to play squash and sometimes we join him. When we got tired of playing, we just sit down, listening to the snickers running through the wooden floor, listening to the deep sound of the ball bouncing against the wall, and sometimes a racket hitting the wall. Maybe it was my dad’s special racket, but who knows. After playing some hours, we come back home, and the first thing we see is the racket room. We hang the rackets on the wall again; not forgetting that the special racket has to be on its special spot. They there are, hanged in the wall, waiting one more week, maybe two, to be used. I’m sure my dad is anxious too. I’m sure my dad can’t wait any longer for the next weekend to arrive. I’m sure my dad even dreams with it. I’m sure my dad could do anything to play every day so he could use that racket, my dad’s special racket.