Josh and I own one tennis racket. I believe it came from my parent's garage when they were cleaning it out years ago. I believe it used to be my brother Mick's when he was a teenager. But even though we own a tennis racket, we never play it....probably because how can two people play with only ONE racket?!! I convinced Ammon to join group tennis lessons this summer. He was hesitant at first, but after having group golf lessons, he agreed to let me sign him up. The same group of boys were in the tennis group, and he liked it! The racket that we've been storing in the shed for years finally had a good use, and I enjoyed watching Ammon play. He was pretty good at it, too. Which made me think of those two days when I thought I was pretty good at it myself!
I hadn't really thought of that tennis incident from 14 summers ago, until I saw Ammon playing the sport. It's funny how a memory awakens in the brain after being forgotten for so long! Even now, I still think of tennis as a sport I enjoy playing, even though I had never played it before those two days and I've never tried it since!
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Sounds like it's time to find another racquet! You may only be able to beat Ammon for a few more years!!!
Don't you love old memory anchors(a new term I heard from a friend)? It is strange how an item can trigger a memory, that has long since faded, and bring that memory almost near a tangible state. I've had that happen a lot lately. It's crazy and so nostalgic! Loved your tennis story! Way to go Ammon!
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