My family plays badminton essay 450 words

Learn to play badminton

On the afternoon of New Year’s Day this year, our family went to the gymnasium to play badminton. I didn't know how to fight, so I asked my father to teach me.

I saw my parents playing ball very easily, so I thought playing ball was easy. Dad first taught me how to serve, explaining the essentials and giving demonstrations. I didn't pay attention, I was just anxious to try it. Without thinking much, I just threw the ball and hit it hard. Unexpectedly, the racket fell to the ground. The ball disappeared. I tried many times in succession, but couldn't hit the ball. I suddenly felt the difficulty of playing.

There are many people playing ball in the stadium, and from time to time there are spectators who stop to watch us. I was a little afraid to play, for fear of not playing well and being laughed at by others. Dad encouraged me not to lose heart and let me continue practicing my serve. However, I served more than a dozen balls in succession, but none of them hit the target. I was already exhausted and sweating profusely. My mother on the side asked with concern: "How is it? Can you persevere?" I said: "It's okay. I won't give up easily." My mother nodded with relief, and I smiled too. So I plucked up the courage and practiced according to the essentials my father said. I threw the ball hard, jumped up again, saw the right time, and hit it hard. The little ball flew towards Dad obediently for the first time. "Successful!" I shouted happily, and my mother also clapped, which attracted many people to look at me. Then, my father taught me to catch the ball. He was talking and demonstrating. I listened very carefully and understood it carefully. I understood it after a while. When my father served the ball, I carefully observed the direction of the ball. After making an accurate judgment, I ran over to it. When the ball was about to fall, I quickly swung the racket and hit the ball back. I obviously learned faster than before, and I felt an indescribable joy in my heart. My mother encouraged me and I practiced more seriously. After an hour, my serve-receiving skills improved greatly.

When I returned home, the sun had hidden behind the tall buildings, and the air was no longer as hot as before. Although my clothes were soaked, I felt happy.