Personal Narrative On Golfing

My pace was brisk climbing up the final fairway, bag feeling twice as heavy as I knew it to be. The energy that had surged within me hours before was almost depleted, and frustration coursed through me at the way I had “ruined my score.” My attitude induced an inability to enjoy the beauty surrounding me, as it usually did when I golfed. I trudged up to my ball (that, of course, had rolled into the thick rough). Bag clunking onto the ground as the legs sprang out, I pulled out the overworked range finder to find the distance to the flag. After staring at my clubs, considering, I pulled the five iron out of my bag. At that point, it was nowhere near as shiny as it had been at the beginning of the round. Scraping off most of the dirt, I stepped up to the ball and tried to keep my mind free of the memories of past rounds.

When I first came to Lake Highland in seventh grade my parents wanted me to be on a team to get to know people and the only sport I knew was golf. I came to the tryouts with no experience of tournaments, hammy down clubs from my sister, and not appropriate golf attire. I tried very hard for the team, but I did I didn't have the skills to make it on. It was very devastating for me because I have never been turned down before, but I knew that I had to change. After this failure I decided that I should try harder in golf. I never did take the sport seriously and barely practiced, but after being turned down I decided to step up my game. I started to practice harder and more often by my own choice. I also started to play in tournaments, which I

It was a peaceful, sunny day and perfect for golfing. The lake shimmered with sunlight as my dad, Ellie and I scooted up the hill in our golf cart, ready to go putt out balls in the hole. “Hey Kate,” my dad said, “Go see if you can find your ball, I will come and help you after I putt my ball in.”

I wanted to get better at my swing and learn as much as possible about golf. I attended “The Classic Golf Club” in Spanaway. A pro golfer, Ryan Moore, taught the class. I learned more about what clubs you want to use when you are on the golf course. Furthermore, I learned how to putt properly, chip, and tee off. After all of the lessons, we competed in a tournament at the PLU golf course. We were paired up with other kids and did group vs group competitions. They gave out prizes for first, second, and third prize winning groups. My group won 1st place and we got the privilege to choose from a table of prizes, and I chose a set of brand new golf balls. From this experience, I learned that golfing is something that can take up quite a bit of time from your day, but the satisfaction of playing the game is worthwhile! We played nine holes, but you can play eighteen if you want to play even longer. The game of golf may take a while to play and finish, but that is why golf is important in my life as it allows me to spend quality time with my dad, and has given me more

In 7th grade, my friends and I discussed trying out for the golf team and imagined it would be an exciting task to venture. The previous summer, I had gone to the golf course and practiced a generous amount of time on my game and I believed I would be skilled

I have been golfing since I was nine years old. Nothing can beat the smell of freshly cut grass and the burning sensation of a blister on your hand, about to pop. Swinging a club is the best feeling in the world, all of my worries just melt away when I have a club in my hand. Since I was nine, I’ve always wanted to make it to the State Golf Tournament. I want to feel the crisp air and the nervousness that consumes me as I begin to tee off. I want to feel the feeling of a champion, like the bubbling of champagne.

The way the club feels in my hand and the way the swing feels as I rotate my body is very critical in way I will hit the ball. I have had many hours of instruction on helping me understand the importance of making sure my grip is accurate and your physical rotation is correct. As I held the rubber grip, I noticed that my sweaty hands were causing my grip to be loose. I made sure that I gripped the club a little tighter to keep my hand from slipping. I reached in my bag and got out on of my new bright white golf balls with the Dalton State logo on it. I placed the tall tee into the ground and placed the round ball on top of it. As I swung the club, I could feel the touch of the ball on my clubface was soft, which told me that I had hit a great shot down the

How many of you have ever tried to play corn hole? Now make the bean bag about a third of that size, hard, and also make the hole, your target about half of the size it was. Now instead of being 27 feet from the target, go back about 300 yards and hit it with a stick, now you have golf.

Coming from playing baseball my whole life before that, I had to adjust to a golf swing, and could barely hit the ball. I knew I was going to have to put in work, and I was beyond ready for that. I went to the golf course everyday after school and would spend two to sometimes five hours working on my game, not leaving until I was satisfied. Each year I came back a little bit better and was showing vast improvement. I used my freshman and sophomore years trying to catch up to everybody and was ready for my junior year, the year I let all my hard work show.

Golf is by far the hardest sport out there, it takes time, determination, and most of all, pure concentration. The slightest twist of your hand can make or break the shot, or even the entire round! Instead of playing with teammates and getting confidence from them, you have to believe only in yourself that you can make every shot a good one.

Two summers ago, I trotted onto the 18th green, up one stroke in the tournament. It felt incredible, all my hard work was finally going to pay off. I had a 2 foot putt with no break, a putt I could make a million times over in my sleep. I placed my hands onto my putter as they gradually started to shake and tremble. I felt my stomach tighten as I realized this “gimme” putt was nothing I could have ever prepared for. I was ready to get my first tournament win. My hands still wavering, I brought the putter straight back and through. It felt like an eternity as my ball inched closer and closer toward the hole. But instead of reveling in the clink as the ball hit the bottom of the hole, the ball took a left hand turn, hit the edge of the cup, and settled a measly inch or two from the hole. I tapped in and walked away, devastated that I had just lost the tournament. It was as if my countless hours of preparation had

One hundred eighty acres of neatly groomed grass, pools of sand, and trickling streams make up the alluring atmosphere of golf. The game may seem easy at first glance, but try and hit the ball into a four and a half inch hole from four hundred and fifty yards away. Then, try and do that while every eye is watching and recording all your faults and mishaps. Soon those pools of sand will become deadly traps, and the trickling streams become graves for the unlucky. The sport of golf is a mentally difficult activity. Unlike basketball which requires more physical attributes, golf asks your mind to train day in and day out with an unwavering consistency. Golf depends solely on the golfer’s daily mental status and ability to overrule or train the brain to obey and play by the principles of the game.

Walking down the fairway of the 18th hole at Stonehenge, Jonathan's mind is at peace. He hears the birds chirping, the spectators talking, and the leaves blowing. He isn’t even thinking about the shot he was going to have to hit. He knows his only chance to win is to not anticipate and to just relax. He is currently tied for the lead in a huge high school tournament. This tournament is huge chance for him to get colleges to notice him. Ever since Jonathan was eight years old, his dream was to play college golf for a division one school. As he thinks about this, the nerves slowly start to come back.

I initially approached golf similar to other sports, with confidence and strength. As I began investing myself in it, I quickly realized that this so called “old rich man's game” was tougher than anything I’d attempted. I would grow quickly frustrated when I couldn’t just whack the ball as hard as I could and succeed. Some days I wanted to snap a club and other days I practiced for hours in the scorching heat. I lived by the

So my companion in golf, I can do no more for you, in the event that you lack the message at this point, how to start playing golf, then there is no more I can accomplish for you, but to wish you as an amateur all the fortunes on the planet for your future hitting the