Personal Narrative: A Day At The Tennis Court

POP! The sound the ball made as it contacted with my racquet. “Just a little bit more,” I thought to myself. My serve was just that close to making it within the box. Drawing a deep breath, I focused in on the center of the court and positioned myself. I smiled. It was like another day and another match, except it was just me. The place where I could let out the emotions I was holding for the day and where I could put my mind at ease. I found this place at the high school tennis courts. Then, there was yelling, cheering and It was intense. I was back on this exact same court and tied evenly with my opponents in a doubles game. It was the match that would either make or break shaker. My partner Kyra was a good friend of mine and I had deep admiration for …show more content…
She could hit powerful forehands and serves like no other and yet, it was me the beginner who was serving to the opponent. Sun beaming down, the sweat ran down my face and I began to focus in on the other side of the court. Everyone grew silent as I lifted my arm to toss the ball in the air and as it reached its peak, I brought over my other to slice it over the lofty net. The saying goes, “Practice makes perfect.” The ball pushed off the ground away from our opponent and straight into the fence. Advantage. Our opponents had great returns, but they were not very fast paced at all or low across the net. Kyra looked straight at me and smiled. It was like she knew exactly what I was thinking and agreed. I served again and we rallied between other for what seemed like hours. Finally, I decided to put a little more power into my hits to throw them off