I was fortunate to have a tennis raquet stuffed into my tiny hands when I was 4, thanks to a mother who loved playing the game, and a dad who liked to hang out at the club bar.  Sunburned and petulant, lousy backhand and oversized feet described my tennis aesthetic.

10 years of junior circuit tournaments: weekend motel stays in Bakersfield, Fresno, Eureka and Sonoma, and i was more than happy to quit the game when high school approached.

Its been a couple years now since I went back to the racket, and the game has been a pleasure.  It is interesting to see that a sport I associated pressure and stress with is now my main source of fun and relaxation.

I hope everyone has the chance to come back to a pressure point later in life and find it a path to happiness.