My First Tennis Research Paper

Tennis was not just a sport I played, it was an eye opener to who I wanted to be as a person and a player. My dad was once a professional tennis player back in the 1980s, so I was not surprised when I was only four years old to receive my first tennis racquet. God was that thing heavy! Even though it was too big for my little body, I swung it around anyway. I could not stop playing with this racquet. My dad had an obvious vision for me as a child, and giving me a tennis racquet was just the first piece. My dad started teaching me the game of tennis by spending hours a day guiding me on how to swing the racquet and make contact with the ball. There was just one problem, the racquet was still too heavy. From that point on, I began to play tennis with two hands on both sides. Once my dad made that slight alteration to my game my real journey began.

I first started trying to understand the basics, along with how to hit the ball. I then learned where to hit the ball. Lastly, I learned the tactics for each shot. My dad would teach me for a few hours every day up until the age of thirteen. It was at this age when I started to think that I could do everything on my own and did not need assistance from him or anyone else. Looking back at this time is what I would call my first big mistake. It was at the age of fourteen when my dad’s teachings up till this point had come to fruition as I hit the peek of my young tennis career. I became number one in my Middle States section at the age of fourteen for the 14 and 16-year-old divisions. I will admit it, I thought I was really good and since I was so much better than everyone else I didn't think I needed to train as much so I started training less and the private lessons with my dad were filled with arguments and miscommunication. And because of that, we stopped taking lessons together. That was my second big