This week's Sepia Saturday prompt features a group of tennis players posing for the camera. It immediately took me back to my own tennis-playing days in Cheltenham during the 1970s and, rather unexpectedly, to a scholarship that later took me to the Philippines where I occasionally played as well.
When I think back to when I learned to play tennis, I don't think of trophies or rankings. I think of the loose red surface of the court made from crushed brick and burned shale. I think of the hessian bags tied to a wooden beam and Big Macs in a styrofoam clamshell.
Because that's what I actually remember.