Fake Banana

Rachel texted me yesterday saying “I have the sudden urge to play tennis, do you play?” I almost immediately replied saying no and nothing else but then I remembered when I was 10 and my Uncle Robert (whom back then was someone I looked up to a lot as a kid but we have grown apart since) would come home with a fresh pack of Wilson tennis balls. He would let me open the package because he knew I loved to open the aluminum seal. The smell of new tennis balls instantly overwhelmed my senses. I wrote back to Rachel saying “let’s get rackets and play tonight!” She couldn’t get away but it’s cool because Brian went with me to Target. We both got tennis rackets. My racket is pink with the signature of a woman by the name of Maria Sharapova. Her name doesn’t ring a bell but whatever our rackets were less than $20 each. We played around at the school’s basketball court until we lost all our tennis balls to the roof of the gym. Bummer! We have another pack at home but we will wait until we get to a real court this afternoon.