I must have been nine years old. I’d just gotten to a new school in Geneva, Switzerland. The sports teacher said we would be playing tennis that afternoon. The entire classroom erupted into a cackle of excitement. It seemed to be everyone’s favorite activity. I had played a little tennis on old grass courts back home in Freetown, Sierra Leone. I thought…
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