Mother and daughter asked me to be their tennis instructor.
Enjoy..
******
I got my first child-size tennis racket at the age of 6. I came from a not-so-well-to-do family, but the precious son was their priority. Near our apartment was a tennis court, and on multiple occasions, after school, I used to go there, sit down and watch adults playing the game. I was fascinated by the athleticism of some of the players and later, in my room, attempted to imitate their movements.
As I mentioned, when I turned 6, my birthday gift was a racket and 3 tennis balls. I was the happiest boy in the world. Initially I used it in my room, but after breaking a light bulb and my room window, my mother put the kibosh on home tennis. My father bought a used adult racket and played with me after hours whenev
