s I ran and down the first tee range up, I noticed my dad slamming the surface with

a golfing membership. I actually could not really understand why he was therefore
irritated when exercising constantly. I stopped closely running and watched him,
studying his body as he whipped the golf club through the surroundings elegantly.
Sweat was dripping from his nose, his shirt drenched through totally. I was six
years old and in awe of this man. At house he was father simply, but on the golfing
program, he was somebody else. He was an athlete. He was viewed by me for hours
that time, and he