So the other day, I’m scrolling through parenting groups when someone asks about tennis camps nearby. Instantly remembered seeing NC State Tennis Camp flyers at our local community center. My 8-year-old’s been smacking balls against the garage all summer, so figured maybe we should check it out.
First Step – The Confusing Website
Hopped straight onto their site expecting clear answers. Nope! Just splashy pics of kids hitting balls and fancy words like “elite development.” Scrolled through every page, clicked “Programs,” checked “FAQs” – nothing about ages. Only found vague mentions of “youth programs.” Grumbled loud enough my dog looked worried.
The Phone Call Fumble
Grabbed my phone, dialed the number listed. Got some university sports department recording with 15 menu options. Pressed every button related to camps. After 10 minutes of hold music, this guy answered like he’d been sprinting. Conversation went:
Me: “Hey, need ages for the kids’ tennis camp?”
Him: “Uh… beginner or intermediate?”
Me: “Never held a racket properly, total newbie.”
Him: “Right, right… hang on think it’s like 6 to 12? Wait maybe 5? Let me…” rustling papers
Seriously? The camp organizer didn’t even know. He promised to email details “when the system loads.” Got nothing for two days.
The Email Hail Mary
Shot off an angry-sad email to three different camp addresses I dug up. Subject line: “HOW OLD FOR TENNIS CAMP??”. Finally got this clipboard-copy response from some coach named Chad:
- Summer Camps: Must turn 6 by December 1 of camp year, no exceptions
- Spring/Fall Clinics: Strictly 10-18 year olds, grouped by skill
- Elite Training: Coach invitation only, typically 12+
Tacked on at the bottom: “Siblings within 6 months age difference may petition for special approval.” Whatever that means.
The Verdict for My Kid
Our 8-year-old barely squeaks into summer camp since his November birthday. But now my 5-year-old? She misses cutoff by three months. Coach Chad said she could join the “Future Stars” program… which meets Tuesdays at 4 PM – exactly when I’m stuck commuting. So much for that plan.
Honestly felt like cracking some secret code. Why bury this info like pirate treasure? Still wondering if Chad actually knows his own rules.