Today dad and I went to play badminton.
I was so excited I could jump out of my chair .I haven't played badminton for a long time and I was happy to tag along with my dad. Dad slung the bag of rackets over his shoulder and said: "let's go!" I quickly put on my best running shoes and raced down the stairs.
The air was fresh and birds were chirping. Sunlight shone on the trees, making them greener and lusher .I watched my dad as he set up the net between two large trees. "Let us start "dad said. I bet he was as excited as I was.I picked up the pink racket and a white feather ball." I am so going to win this!" I muttered under my breath. I turned the ball to my racket and struck. The ball was like a white pigeon flying over the net. Dad was not fazed, and he hit the ball hard with a "klunk" and it flew above the net and rocketed to where I was standing. I tried to squat down and strike it, but the ball was too fast! I swung the racket, but I missed. The ball fell on the ground with a slight thump. Dad smiled triumphantly. I gripped the racket so hard that my knuckles turned white and my hands started to sweat on the comfortable soft layer of the handle.
In the second round, I was more determined to win. Energy pulsed through my veins. I struck the ball and it went where my dad’s face was. Unlike me, my dad stepped aside and struck the ball sideways. I measured the distance between the ball to my racket and struck. The ball was so fast that my dad nearly missed it! He hit the ball upwards. Now it was my good chance to win. I jumped up and raised the racket. “Thump!” I hit it with full power. I sent the feathery ball soaring above the net and flying toward my dad’s shoulder. The ball was like an eagle diving down and sticking its pointy beak out and driving it to my dad’s shoulder. The strike wouldn’t hurt, but my dad still rubbed his shoulders and looked stunned. I jumped up in victory and pumped my fist with triumph. “I win!” I shouted. We kept playing and there was a tie for first place. Dad and I were soaked with sweat but happy and satisfied with each other’s scores and went home.
Playing badminton is not easy as you think. Those badminton players who enter leagues and take part in the Olympics practice very hard. No matter what sport it is, it is not easy to succeed. Only hard work will make you win.
