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When I was 8 years old I started to go golfing with my Grandfather his co-worker friends. I would get all kinds of food and snacks and drinks. Once in a while they would let me attempt to hit the ball off a tee. I knew they were laughing at me, I usually missed the ball altogether or couldn't hit it very far. If we were away from the clubhouse I got to drive the golf cart, which started my obsession to eventually live somewhere that I can drive a golf cart around. If I could drive a golf cart everywhere I went I would be super happy every day of my life.
At some point I even took a youth golf class. You would think that I would be decent at mini-golf because of this but putting and driving have never been my strongest areas. Chipping was always so easy for me. Anyways when we went to the driving range for family home evening this last week it gave me a chance to feel closer to my Grandfather again. It is amazing how things like that can give you a calm comfort like your loved ones are right there beside you because this is something that you enjoyed together. I am planning to make another trip out to the driving range soon especially since the holidays are coming up and missing Grandpa means so much more during that time.
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| Hit the 200 yard sign |
