This vintage tennis racquet reminds me of my grand-parents' house....
As kids, my cousins and I would spend all our time outside (out of the way of the grown ups and their boring conversations), playing with anything we could find. Badminton racquets, tennis, table tennis. But every single time, the ball would end up in the neighbour's garden, up on the roof or in the creek... Maybe we were just a little bit too enthusiastic! :-)