My 1st Badminton Racket
When I was a teeager I decided to join my badminton club on a Saturday night. The only problem was I needed a badminton racket. There was no was I could ask my mum to buy one for me. When my Uncle Arty, bless him, heard he did a VERY special thing. He came up the next week and gave me a gift. When I opened it, there was my very own racket. He had bought me this and even wrote inside the covering all my details. I cried with joy! I still to this day have my racket and a VERY SPECIAL memory it is for me. THANK YOU Uncle Arty! I think I nearly hugged the neck of you that night, I was over come with happiness.
Love and miss you so much. "GOD BLESS AND TAKE CARE", (something you always said when leaving us here at the house). xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx