Badminton, Aneesha

Many may not know this but, I play pretty good badminton, or at least I used to.
It was three years ago, when I was still a 6th grader and barely played any sport, my father who had a keen interest in basketball had tried to teach me how to play a number of times, but i didn't pick up much.
This was when my father met his best friend's friend, Shashi, the person who introduced him to his now favourite game, badminton.
When my father started playing, naturally he wanted me to play too. So he sent me to coaching.
On my first day I was terrible, so terrible that I couldn't hit the shuttle with my bat.
I was very nervous, I thought I would never pick up.
I returned the next day to the court.
"Hey, you there." shouted my coach.
 I slowly walked towards him.
"Yes Sir."
"Okay, you play with him." he said, pointing towards a boy who was not pleased to see me.
I walked towards the court where he stood.
He served as softly as he could, probably thinking I was still a kid, arrogance.
I missed every single shuttle he hit, it was like a pattern, he hits, I miss, he hits again, I miss again.
Suddenly a shuttle he hit this time was headed straight for my face. In fear, I put my bat in front of my face to cover it.
This was when a miracle happened, I hit it.
I hit the shuttle with my bat, on my face.
From here, I used this technique so frequently,  he would hit, I would put the bat in front of my face and look at the shuttle through the lines of the racket.
I barely missed any, I was proud of myself.
As time passed, this habit of mine slowly faded away.
Now, I could hit any shuttle, left, right or centre, of course I wasn't that good, but I was okay.
Two years passed, this was when I decided to take a break.
A break that lasted for an year.
My father kept asking me when I would join again, I said "Whenever they build the new court, near our house.".
Yes, my father had told me long ago that in 2014 they would build I court near my house, so I stuck to that.
Then one day, the court was built and they wanted players.
So my father pushed me, "Go, go join." he said.
So in 8th grade, I joined the court, I can go on and on about my experience but to keep it short, at first I realised I had lost all my game, but slowly regained my position.
Then, because I had come to 9th grade, and I needed to concentrate more on my 'studies' I quit.
And this folks, is when my beloved school decides to organise a badminton league.
After 8 months, yesterday I went and played, I was back to square one.
I needed more time to regain my champion position, but the selections happen to be tomorrow.
Oh well, I guess the one opportunity I had, in the one sport I was good at had been lost.
Everybody clap for Aneesha-the quitter.
*Applause*.