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Memories on a court
You know how when you are a little kid you used to go visit your grandparents every single Sunday but then you grow up and maybe those visits started to decrease and all you have left are memories, well I have one memory that will never fade, my grandfather’s tennis racquet. I remember how my two sisters and I were excited about going to visit our maternal grandfather because every time we got there he would be waiting for us with tennis racquets and tennis balls, and then he would take us play to the club where we would spend hours learning how to play from him. My mom’s father was a pretty good tennis player, he won all sort of tournaments, and then my mom and his sisters came so he started teaching them how to play but none of them took it very seriously. My grandfather was a very active man, he always liked to be doing sports, he would go out to run, play soccer, or just take a simple walk, but his favorite one was and will always be to go to a tennis court and have a good match, it could be with a friend, a coworker, or in this case a grandson. At the moment I am not sure if I remember the brand of the tennis racquet he used, but I do remember that he always said he liked the Wilson’s better than any other, so I guess his was a Wilson. After arriving to his house we would get to the court and play grandsons versus grandsons while my grandfather saw us and taught us what he could, then the grandsons will come together to play as one against my grandfather. We would not only be exercising or learning a new sport; we were having fun which is the most important. After some time past we stopped going as regular to my grandparent’s house so we didn’t had the opportunity to play tennis as often, then my grandfather got sick and the tennis stopped. I really liked tennis so I enter tennis classes with some friends, I knew I would had to buy a racquet so I remembered what my grandfather’s favorite racquet was but instead of buying one he pass one to me that used to be his. I would go 3 days a week to play tennis and always remembered what my grandfather taught me. But the racquet, that’s the most important thing and how I will always remember him, as a happy man that always wanted to pass that happiness, by playing tennis with family or any other way he could.
