Personal Narrative On A Tennis Serve

Then tennis just started to get intense, I had to practice for two hours a day on weekdays. When it was Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I had to run two miles just for a warm up, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays we had to do a one mile indian run. I couldn’t have waited much longer to start my first actual tennis practice. The first day was fun because we did a lot of drills that we didn’t learn during open court and we did an actual match against our own team. Near the end of the first practice, Walters called us over and we had a meeting about assigning our double partners and that they will be testing out random people to see who has the best synergy together. The next day came and I got paired with someone named Vincent, he was the rank right

What’s happening? Am I really going to lose the match? All of my hard work will all go down the drain if I lose this game. A massive serve flew past me, and I lost the game. Completely frustrated, I walk off the court with my head down, swinging my racket back and forth Like a yo--yo on a string. I am unable to believe that all my hard work preparing for the game has gone down the drain in just one match, in just an hour and twenty--five minutes long. About to burst into tears, I heard my mom coming towards me. She says one thing that completely changes my view of the whole game. “Jack, I know you tried really hard, but look at it this way: You tried your best! You’ll play him again and possibly win. You played great! ”

I can vividly remember the reason why I quit tennis. I had a very unfortunate experience, that caused me not to play anymore. It wasn’t because I didn’t like the sport or because I was awful at it. There was another reason, one that ruined my experience playing that particular sport for the rest of my life.

For as long as I can remember, I have always been a shy person and never liked putting myself into social situations. The one way that got me out of my shell was playing tennis. In ninth grade my best friend encouraged me that we play and try it out. As soon as I started playing ,I fell in love with the sport. In my life, I have tried other sports such as soccer and volleyball, but i never stuck with them due to the fact that i just could not connect and get into them. Tennis was completely different.

As my teammates and I practiced, throughout our first two weeks, we became better. After losing so much during my first year of competing in tennis, I learned to stay calm, confident, and focused during the matches in my junior year. The leading match of the season was remarkably challenging, but instead of succumbing to defeat, I rose up to the challenge and became victorious. Although I went on to win most of the matches I competed in that year, I learned more from losing than I did from winning. As the season came to an end, I competed in the tennis regionals and made it to the semifinals before I lost. My past failure not only taught me to become a better tennis player but also taught me to be a better

From middle to high school my entire, the entire incentive I had switches. During high school, my personality is much different than that in which middle school was. I begin focusing completely on my grades, finding friends who accept me for my who I actually am, and begin planning for my future. This is where my real identity is coming in. I know the type of person that I am, how I behave, what I like and dislike, etc. and it is all coming together. One of the things that shapes my identity is playing tennis. Tennis is a sport where you have nobody but yourself to rely. After watching Serena Williams winning the US Open in 2012, a spark ignited in me and I trained hard at tennis for nearly 4 years, and have gotten pretty decent at it. Tennis

I chose to participate in this activity because I love tennis. I love putting all parts of a serve into one fluid motion, sending the ball exactly where I want. I love the sound of a ball hitting the racket strings in the sweet spot. I love running up to a seemingly hopeless short-ball, getting there in just enough time to tap it over the net. I love the feeling of satisfaction after putting all my strength and energy into a tough match.

There became a point in my tennis career, after I learned all the shots and techniques any player needs, that I decided I could do anything with tennis. It took me several years for me to realize that in order to achieve success in tennis or anything else in life, I couldn’t do everything on my own. I had many great mentors and coaches growing up that would do their best to help me but I just wasn’t listening to them. At my peak of frustration I had lost my first 3 matches junior year of high school tennis, playing number 2. I was ready to quit, throw all my racquets and shoes away but I decided to listen to my school tennis coach and give it one last shot.

It started off as just a normal night at the dinner table on a warm summer night. My parents asked my sister and me the typical question of how our days went, and we answered with the typical short answer of, just fine. At that time my parents brought up that tennis was starting in a few weeks, and were questioning if I was actually going to play or not. This was the first time my parents did not believe in me, but little did I know that them not believing in me would lead to some of my best memories in my high school career.

Just like the guitar for Taylor Swift, writings for Ms. Lawler, Sports, especially ball games, are my things. My parents have always taught me to stay active and their love for tennis has influenced me to participate in this activity. Even though the weather in central Pennsylvania does not give me much chance to play, I always keep a racket in my room. Black and white color block with pink lines, my lovely tennis racket has been wrapped in a black velvet bag and awaits my calls to bring it back to the court. Now, whenever I hold my little tennis buddy on the field and use its supports to withstand the opponent’s attack, I recall a particular moment of my tennis lesson and a part of advice my coach gives me.

Weeks past and the day of our first game couldn't of came faster. Walking confidently onto the court in position at the front of the net, I patiently wait for the start of the serve. Standing with my doubles partner at the back, our rackets start to quickly swat the air, THWACK THWACK THWACK. Repeatedly, back and forth, the ball

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest and my sweaty palms gripping the end of the racquet. As I took a breath of the crisp November air, I felt myself swing forward with all the force I had. The yellow ball shot over the net in a smooth, precise motion and I felt excitement rising somewhere deep in my belly. That was a perfect shot, I thought to myself. I saw my opponent’s face drop. She had missed. I wanted to feel sorry for her, but found myself smiling wide. After all, I had won my first tennis match.

My sophomore year of high school was the first year that I had played Tennis. I had never played tennis before so I had to learn how to swing a racket let alone compete against kids who had been playing for years. After the first few tournaments and matches the coach had finally decided on the lineups that would remain throughout the year. Since I was new but a quick learner I was placed at third doubles with another kid named Gabe. Gabe had no experience just like myself so we played like fools out on the court. Both of us would run around everywhere to get the ball with very little teamwork and very little coordination. At practices we would play matches against our opponents and they would always drag on forever because we would have fun and not take them seriously. This bad habit translated to matches and we started to take matches as fun and play time. Instead of going out

First off, I love playing tennis. Last Summer, I took a camp… for tennis. I was in it with my really good friend. At first, I wanted to dig a hole and hide, but I had the time of of my life. Each day we played fun games and learned tennis (of course) The final day, we did a one point tournament basically, you have one chance to get the point. If you miss the ball or don’t make it into the court, your opponent wins. I went against my really good friend. The odds of me winning were 1%. I coincidently, got the point. I won against a couple more kids. I don’t even know how I did, and then made it to the finals. This little boy was named Ethan, he was 7 or so, and I wanted to lose. I tried to get the ball out of the court and failed by an inch. And I won… I felt terrible. Anyway, I love tennis. Its one of my favorite hobbies. While I’m talking about sports, I also love biking and longboarding. Listening to music while doing those two things is my escape.

He steps onto the court. Each step filled with enthusiasm, as though it was his very first time playing. There is a look on his face. The face of a man who has entered a completely different realm, one where the stress burdening his shoulder no longer exists. He lays his bag down on the ground, not by throwing it, but as though at some level, he respects it, as he would a person. He takes out his racquet, shakes hands with his opponent and takes his position. In his mind he thinks, “Let the life begin!”. This was the first time I witnessed a totally different side to my uncle, the tennis player side of him.