Clears. Drops. Back court drops. Drives. Clear smash drop. Back hand serves. Over hand serves. “Zazu!” Any possible hit with my Dragon HL racket and a shuttle cock. It took a lot of patience, quick hand eye coordinations, endurance and strength. I miss it all. Badminton. My therapy, my happiness. The court was one of the happiest places on earth. It wouldn’t have been the same without my partner in crime, my doubles partner, Alaina. We were unstoppable. Champs two years in a row. Our names were regularly in the newspaper two times a week. “Beasts.”

Amijo Badminton