Ping Pong

Tonight we were playing ping pong, or table tennis, if you want to be technical about it. We have the table that Pete and his brothers grew up using. The kids used it quite a bit at first and then it kind of stood in the corner.
In the last week or so it has made a resurgence and the kids have enjoyed challenging each other and us (Pete and I).
Tonight I was playing Luke. We were not keeping score. We were just trying to see how many times we could get it back and forth without it hitting the ground. Our highest was 25. Then I played Rebekah a game and also Pete. It was a hoot and just plain fun.
It brought back memories of my cousins that I love so much. They had this big house with a huge living room. There was plenty of room to run around the table and play a game of around the world. Everyone would line up on both sides of the table. The person who served would hit the ball and run to the end of the line on the other side of the table. The receiving person would hit it back and run to the opposite line. When someone got out, the rest would continue until only two were left. This was the most challenging and fun part. You still had to run around the table receiving the ball and hitting it back. It was quite crazy and tiring, but I don't remember anyone getting hurt too badly and we loved it. There is a whole lot of love surrounding those memories. We enjoyed each other so much and loved challenging each other as much as possible. I hope our kids and their cousins have a chance to do that together, whether it is with ping pong of some other fun game. I hope they enjoy each other immensely and challenge each other in numerous ways. That they laugh and get tired and sweaty and make wonderful memories. Di