Our story
Started on a court,
in a pram.
Our daughter was two when pickleball became her white noise.
Three nights a week in North Queensland, five until seven, the courts run down the road from us. She'd fall asleep in her pram to the pop and echo of it.
She's eight now. Paddle in hand every chance she gets. But we've both been noticing what gets left behind. Cracked. Dead. Piling up courtside after every session.
That's where this came from. Not a business plan. Just two people who love this sport, watching balls pile up, wondering why nobody was collecting them.
Ed & Daughter · North Queensland
