I attended a summer camp that could help me develop my fundamentals and make me a well-rounded player. The scorching sun took over most of the time, but I had to endure it to work hard. There was a new coach for camp and he was an old geezer in my opinion, but this guy knew what he was doing. Unsurprisingly, it has helped me not only develop my knowledge of tennis, but has made me a better person who can appreciate tennis even more. My senior year came and I reached the top of the club rankings. I was winning a lot more; I couldn't believe I had a streak. Working hard in those last few months had really paid off. The coach had turned my body into some sort of tennis machine. As my metamorphosis came to fruition, I appreciated being able to compete at a high level with the best that other high schools had to offer. I just wanted to go with the flow and didn't want the roller coaster of a ride to stop. When I realized it, my last year of playing my most beloved sport was over. I felt like time and space had fast-forwarded those last three months, playing with me to end my fun before I