After many years, I think I count 13+ or so, my sister and I headed courtside for a hit of tennis. It was fabulous! After both growing up living and breathing the game, and benefiting immensely from the extensive travel and friendships made with people across the world, it was so lovely to get back into the swing (pun intended) of things.
I'll admit, we were a bit rusty to say the least, but it was the memories of all those fabulous times we spent together (and from time to time against each other - sibling rivalry was alive and well back in those days) for the shared love of the game.
Our roots in the great sport span from an early age when we used to watch out mother coach on our home court. I remember vividly desperately wanting my turn at a lesson.
We travelled the width and breadth of Africa to play competitively as juniors and have cemented life long friendships through tennis. It was wonderful exposure to all sorts of different cultures and places. I feel sad sometimes to think about how the old gang who used to train in squads and compete during school holiday tournaments are now spread far and wide.
But as I learned today, memories are always there and while the muscle memory has faded, and the speed at which we used to recover is somewhat reduced, we will always be able to recount them clearly through a friendly game of tennis.
We've decided to make it a weekly event - that is if we recover OK from round one.
Till next time...game, set and match!
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