The First Time

I confess: I love golf. But my introduction to it wasn't the best. Picture this:

Mother's Day, 22 years ago. Without a shred of self-interest, my husband and my brother-in-law decided the best gift they could give to their wives (my sister and I) was a round of golf. On a BIG course. That being a full eighteen-holer, not an Executive (or short) course. Oh no. Go big or go home.



God, how I wished we'd gone home. Now, know that my sis and I had never held golf clubs before. We swiped and whiffed and trudged valiantly behind our dear husbands until finally, somewhere on the 18th hole, we simply gave up, sat down under a large elm, and refused to go any further until the boys vowed to take us out for Chinese food. That was a deal.


I remember being too hot, too tired, and a terrible golfer. Of course, what else to expect? Without a single lesson and not being naturally gifted, I couldn't expect otherwise. But that day, that round...unbeknownst to me...was to be the beginning of many more rounds. All of which, have been so much more enjoyable!