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Descriptive Essay About My Tennis Club

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He steps onto the court. Each step filled with enthusiasm, as though it was his very first time playing. There is a look on his face. The face of a man who has entered a completely different realm, one where the stress burdening his shoulder no longer exists. He lays his bag down on the ground, not by throwing it, but as though at some level, he respects it, as he would a person. He takes out his racquet, shakes hands with his opponent and takes his position. In his mind he thinks, “Let the life begin!”. This was the first time I witnessed a totally different side to my uncle, the tennis player side of him.
Every tennis player is on his own on the tennis court. If he wants to win the match, he has to trust and rely on himself. It doesn’t …show more content…

Did I wish I was better at making friends? Yes, and I am trying to work on it.”
And I’ve seen him try hard. He just can’t get it right. This once, he tried cracking a joke about something which didn’t sound like a joke to me. In fact, it offended me and he seemed to find it funny. Now as I would figure out later on from my aunt (his wife) he didn’t really mean to say what he did, he didn 't even realise it at that point. After that he didn’t know how to apologize to me. I can still recall that afternoon, when he walked into the room, to talk to me about it. I knew he felt bad, I could see it on his face, but those five minutes were the most awkward five minutes I’ve ever been through.
As a first year college student, I have come to understand that life can get hard at times, but we can get through it because of the people in our lives. A close knit of friends and family, who we know, will always be there to hold us if we ever fall. But what happens to people who don’t have that? How do they know they’ll be fine without one? My uncle used to wonder the same. He gave me a glimpse of what he discovered.
Many changes in his life, took him further and further away from his family. Like when his older sister (my mother), who he was very close to, moved away to college when he was in middle school. And, like when his father used to get angry for every small thing

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