I remember being seven or eight years old, on the first day of tennis lessons.  I am left-handed, and was complimented for this – told it would make me a strong opponent.  Pleased, I hit the tennis ball as hard as I could and watched it sail far, far over the boundaries of the court.  I thought I had it in me to be a tennis star.

-2 May 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.