Golf has been part of my life from as long as I can remember. I can still recall being eight years old and begging my parents for that first real "adult" set of golf clubs. Until that time, I had been using "height adjusted" clubs that came from my father's old set. Basically, it was my father sawing off the ends of his golf clubs to save on money for a hobby that he wanted to make sure I would enjoy for longer than a month. I got my first set on my 9th birthday, and I was instantly drawn to play at every opportunity. Jack Nicklaus overtook Terry Bradshaw (Steelers were my team) as my sports idol. My first job was at a golf course. My first attempt at scuba diving came at a golf course lake; diving in to rescue "free" golf balls for my own personal use. Many of my summer days growing up were spent somewhere between the 1st tee and the 18th green, so it's only natural that I would want my son to experience the same passion for the game as I have for all these years. Right now, he's more excited to roam the course on the golf cart with me instead of worrying about a little round ball going into a tiny tin cup, but he loves to go with me to play a round. He sits there quietly while I hit the ball, and he'll give me a "wow, good one, daddy" even if I happen to slice it.
Today, we went out to play 18, and he putted a few times. He nearly sank a 10-footer actually; which drew the attention of a grounds keeper on the nearby tee. He was just so happy out there today, and his smile lights me up every time. I don't know if he'll ever be as serious or passionate about golf as I am, but I am just so glad that he and I can have that time to spend together.
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