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."

This beautiful day has always been there ever since I graduated. It was such a best memory that I had treasured in my heart. It couldn't describe how my feeling was at the banquet, but Mr. Cockerill had adhered to my mind, he was always there for me to look up to. All I really wanted to say is "thanks to Mr. Cockerill for giving me a best lesson that I have ever had." Now I have able to play tennis without any help.

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 didn't have a good communication with each other. I felt either very guilty for not joining the team or for going against my dad's will. He would disown me if I didn't listen to him. I felt I was pushed to the edge of a cliff. His attitude had emotionally hurt when I personally heard it of what he had treated me. I couldn't stop crying for days. My tears just ceaselessly drooped. My coach worried why I didn't look so well in class. He asked few times, but I couldn't find a way to start explaining the whole situation. I really wanted to resolve this problem as soon as possible. It was my dream to be in tenni

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