Nicole Meier from Switzerland I remember my other home in my childhood. Almost every weekend the whole family—my parents, my brother and I—went to the tennis courts which were only a few hundred meters away from our house. There were only two courts prepared with orange sand and a little clubhouse that had two fitting rooms and a restaurant area with a small kitchen. Sometimes I helped out in the kitchen preparing sandwiches and boiling water for tea for the players. Outside we often tried to play tennis at the wall, or we had fun staying in the sandbox, or we used a ping pong table made in stone which was behind the house. My favorite thing was to stay on the roof and throw back the balls which were shot over the wall or to climb into the trees. While we stayed in the tree and pretended to be pirates on a ship, my parents played tennis. The funniest part was when our cat ran over the courts and tried to catch the net. When
I grew up, every Wednesday afternoon I had tennis
lessons with my mother who taught all the
youngsters from the club. At that time I really
preferred to go to the public swimming pool instead
of learning how to play tennis, but nowadays I'm
happy that I play tennis very well.
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