Every evening at five, people play badminton in the small near my house.
Two men put up a between two trees.
Anyone can : children, students and people over sixty.
Nobody is angry about a bad ball, so the games are quick and friendly.
My Mr Loc is sixty-eight, and he plays better than my father.
When it rains, we stay at home and the is .
Last month a put two lights on the wall, so now we play until eight.
Badminton is cheap: a bat costs sixty thousand dong and it is for a year.
I sleep better on the evenings when I play.