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  • When I was 8 my mother brought me to my first tennis practice. I remember the beginning: my first racket, my first tennis coach and team mates. This is where I learned to enhance things, became stronger, both, morally and physically. This is where I first as a second grader learned what is a loose and a win. Also this court is the place where I had my first district competition. Tennis is something special to me. Nowadays I am 20 and I still use this skill, when I feel upset I know there is a place where I can go and forget of all the problems and this are the tennis courts. During my last school grade exchange program to USA I played in school Varsity team, and when I played I would forget my homesickness. I had, I will have a lot more other courts but these are the special ones, these are my first ones.
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