We sat under the sun’s blistering rays observing a sport any gentleman ought to play. Tennis it was, but being only a child around the age of 7, I didn’t fully appreciate the sport I have come to love. This is quite understanding, because as a kid you don’t fully appreciate the things you usually do later in life, but if only I had, I know I would have had such a great time on this vacation that comes around once in a life time. You may be thinking, what is the big deal about watching tennis, but it was not just tennis, it was Wimbledon, the greatest tennis tournament in the world. I enjoyed watching the matches being played and sometimes even the other fans moving their heads back and forth as the ball flew across the net, when I was really desperate to be entertained. After all I was only 7, and didn’t really have the longest attention span. This was not my favorite part though, the chill of the sweet ice cream, and the fascination of the small souvenirs, are what sticks in my mind. The one thing though that resonates in mind even more than these is getting autographs, which included getting their signature and getting a picture taken with them. Getting their autograph was the so important though because as a young kid the thought that maybe someday this signature will be worth thousands of dollars and I’ll be rich comes to mind. Then you look back and have your hopes crushed when you realize thousands of other people are getting this same person’s signature. I was so excited to get to meet famous tennis players, talk to them even it was just for ten seconds, or listen to them talk since I was rather shy when I was younger. We waited in line to get a signature from a famous woman tennis player, and we finally reached the front of the line. I handed her my hat and had her sign it; it was a KU hat to be exact with the Jayhawk on the front. She signed it and then asked me a question that sticks in my mind, “Is tennis your favorite sport?” I replied saying no, and that basketball was. She laughed, and I was filled with embarrassment, wondering if I had done something wrong. To this day that memory always comes to my mind when I think about that vacation. Is it because of emotional trauma? I don’t know. The one thing that this experience makes me think about is why we remember what we do. Since it was rather a silly moment, why do I remember it? Maybe it’s just the silliest things that always stay in our memory.