We all played in the last half hour before dark. My 8 year old is a terrible server who is bitterly determined to get better-- that's how she learned to roller skate and master a tour jete. She's cranky and absolutely set on getting it.
My older daughter has long arms and legs that still need to master the mechanics.
My son is like a spider who can stay in one spot and amazingly return the ball without moving anything but his grain elevator arms. Serve needs work.
My husband has some innate sports sense but he can't see so he springs into action at the last possible moment, or a millisecond after.
I'm absolutely terrible and I get mad at whoever served the ball I wasn't able to return.
We had a wonderful time.