Personal Narrative: Golf

Kian Cahall

I stood silently, not moving. I could smell the scent of the freshly cut grass as a gentle breeze heaved across the crowded golf course. The nerves were building up in my body. I was so nervous and hoping I didn't miss. The club was gripped tightly in my hands. This was it. Clang! the ball whizzed into the air .

It was a clouded day at the Egypt Valley Golf Course. My grandpa and I had just finished hitting balls on the crowed range. My grandpa taught me a new stance that was supposed to help me control the ball . We walked over to where my lessons take place, There were about 15 kids dressed in formal country club wear. Then there is my instructor Steve standing there with his neon shorts explaining what we were doing

The anticipation running through me, My nerves building up in me as I get into my stance like I am about ride a horse. I pull my club back and pull forward with all my might. Clang! the ball takes off. It goes flying in the air and blop it hits the water right next to us. My heart shuddered to the bottom. That was the worst shot I have ever taken. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid I thought with anger. The kid behind me hit the ball right into the bottomless pit the sand trap. Steve walked over to check if the ball was playable. He comes back and tells us that where we are playing that ball . We hop back onto the golf cart and we head to Blake's ball

Steve said It was my turn next so I grabbed my pitching wedge and tried my and remember my grandpa's new technique that he’d taught me. I stood silently, not moving. I could smell the scent of the freshly cut grass as a gentle breeze heaved across the crowded golf course. The nerves were building up in my body. I was so nervous and hoping I didn't miss like I did the first time. The club was gripped tightly in my hands. This was it. Clang! the ball whizzed in the air. It hit the bump behind the green and came rolling down and was 5 inches away from the cup. That was the best shot I have ever