Hard to soft
When I was in my early teens I found an old tennis racket and a few tennis balls in the garage and I played some tennis for a while.
Looking back it’s a bit strange that we’d have a tennis racket since I can’t remember one of my parents ever playing tennis. Actually I can’t even imagine one of them playing. It might be that my mother tried to get me to play with other children.
Anyway I started out with hitting a ball against a wall. I was very good at that. I could aim the ball at a specific point on the wall and get it straight back. I hardly ever had to step left or right to hit my ball.
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After doing that for a few weeks my mother suggested that I should join a tennis club which I did. From that point the problems started and very soon I lost all interest in the game.
At first we started with learning how to hit the ball over the net vaguely in the direction of your opponent. That was easy since that was what I’d been doing for weeks. The only difficulty was not to aim up.
Within a few weeks my teacher decide that I could go on with the next step. hitting a ball that was thrown from the other site of the net. Again this wasn’t very difficult. The trouble was that I lost the ability to aim. I’d hit every ball but they went all over the place. Mostly up. Almost every ball I hit went over the five meter high fence designed to keep balls in.
Even when I tried to do the game I started with, hitting balls against a wall, they went up on top of the building. Soon I run out of balls and lost interest in the game of tennis.
I haven’t hit a ball since.
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