A Golf Lesson Essay Research Paper A

A Golf Lesson Essay, Research Paper

A Golf Lesson

I guess it started when I was about twelve years old. My father took me

to this place called a golf course. I did not know why or what we were

here for, but I was interested in finding out. We entered a building

called a clubhouse; then, he paid for a bucket of practice balls. I

followed him to the driving range. Once we got there, he got a metal

stick from his golf bag and gave it to me. I grabbed the stick, and he

showed me how to hold it. Then, he told me to swing it. I swung it back

and forth as careless as I could. He then said, “Son, you have one of the

nicest golf swings I have ever seen.” I did not even know what I was doing

with that stick, but I guess my dad saw something I didn’t. My father then

decided that he was ready to teach me how to use the three clubs of golf: a

putter, iron, and wood.

He handed me the putter, and we went to the green. He explained to me that

a putter is used on a green to get the ball into the hole. I took a few

smooth swings back and forth to get a feel for a putter. He said, “Hit

this ball until it goes into the hole.” I was impressed with myself because

it only took me six hits to get it in the hole. He laid twenty balls on

the green, and he told me to hit every ball in with one shot. It took me

about three hours, but I accomplished what my dad told me. He thought I

was ready to try the next club, so we headed to the next location.

We went out onto the fairway, and he handed me an iron. He laid out some

more balls on the ground and told me to hit them towards the flag on the

green. The first ball I hit did not even get close to the green. The rest

of the balls I hit went either over or on the front of the green, but I

never let another one fall short. My dad said, “Keep practicing until you

hit all of the balls on the green.” I kept practicing until all of the

balls were laid up around the flag. He began to explain to me what the

last club in the bag was used for on the way to the tee box.

We walked onto the tee box, and he pulled out the last club called the wood.

Once again he put some golf balls on the ground, but then he pulled out this

thing called a tee. I had no idea that I was going to put the ball on top

of this thing. I set it up, and he told me to hit as many balls as it took

to get one straight. I knew this was going to be my favorite club when the

first ball I hit went as straight as an arrow. I stayed out there until it

got dark that day because I had never had this much fun before in my life

with my father at my side.

The fundamentals of golf were pretty easy to learn, but applying

them all together was a little harder than I expected. I spent the next

year practicing and learning all there was to know about golf. My Dad and

I have enjoyed playing golf together ever since he took me to that place

called a golf course. This golf lesson was the first time in my life that

I was motivated to learn something new from my father.

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