It was my last year at San Fernando high. It was a memorable time of my life because I knew that I would graduate at the end of that year. My senior year also became the most significant year of my life, because I got to do something that I have always wanted to try tennis. I had always wanted to play tennis ever since I was a kid, but there wasn't enough time for me to join tennis team. One day, Mr. Cockerill who was my teacher and also the tennis coach, encouraged me to join the team. I thought it might be the only chance for me to get involved, and decided to join the team.
             Mr. Cockerill was assigned to be our coach. He is a tall, strong old man with a red face. I loved to listen of what he said, because I felt he was giving me a valuable lesson especially during practice hours that he thought it could be use for the game. My first lesson was not that great. I had to pick up the balls most of the time. I was unable to hold firmly a tennis racket's grip. I practiced very hard almost every day after school included the weekends. There were few times I wanted to quit the challenges, but my friends had given back my courage. These friends of mine had started playing tennis two years before I came in to join the team. Their skills were so much improved compared to me. They were willing to stay and practice with me. I was also happy that my oldest brother, an excellent singles player helped me out at the start. At home I often admire his awards and whispered to myself that; "I would never get one like this all my life. It is impossible for me to be an athlete."
             In the beginning, I knew that I wasn't a good player, but it didn't stop me from joining the team. However my father was worried that if I came home so late at night, I wouldn't have enough time to study for other classes. He didn't allow me to be involved in this kind of activity. I wanted to beg my dad to let me continue, but we
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