Personal Narrative-Why Doesn T Play Tennis

You open the can and the first thing you can smell is the aroma from the new tennis balls. You pick up one of the balls and feel the fuzz before you toss it. All you hear is your own thoughts, there is only the sound of silence and then one whack, just one whack is all you need to hear to know that you are doing something that’ll last. You look up and see the determination in the eye of the other player. Watching little beads of sweat drip from your forehead in front you. Sometimes being forced to do something, is for the better.
“Natalie, let’s go!” my mom yelled from the kitchen. We were leaving to go play tennis at the Fox Cities Racquet Club. In my family, we all play tennis. We were going to my tennis lesson, I was not excited. What is so great about hitting a ball back and forth over a net. Nothing, that’s what. Watching tennis is even worse, talk about getting whiplash. …show more content…
Do I have to go?” I said with no excitement at all. I didn’t have a choice, but I thought it might make a difference. My class was too easy, that’s the thing. It’s not my thing. “You are going. End of story,” my mom said with more certainty than ever. I had been taking lessons for a month now and I was doing really well. I was in the lowest level for 4-6 year olds. I was 5. As I was waiting to go to my lesson group, I saw my mother talking with the lady at the front