>>Shall we take pity on her?<<
*snicker*
We didn’t either. We would take the single racket my dad got from Salvation Army and bring the can of tennis balls we saved up for to the local elementary school and use the wall as our “opposition”.
I had a Poncho Gonzales wood racquet, and a couple dead tennis balls. My “opponent” was the garage wall, between snow shovels, and other obstacles. I still have awesome ground strokes. :)