Personal Narrative: My First Golf Ball

Number eight, long and curvy, called my name to make my first birdie. It was one of the hardest holes on the Cobbs Glenn Golf Course. My dad and I cruised off the 7th hole to number eight. We gathered our equipment: golf clubs, balls, tees, and gloves. Together we leaped off the golf course and approached the tee box. Legs trembling, gripping the club, I had a constant repetition in my head of how to hit the golf ball solid and straight. Steadily, I swung back. Going step by steps in my thoughts of what to do as I was swimming the club. I came through the ball immaculately, and it was a clean shot. The ball flew straight, and the trajectory was flawless. It right down the center of the fairway. Following the ball closely, it landed down the

Feeling confident, I swung the club backwards and released it to my full potential. The ball went a little left than I preferred, but it was in a perfect spot for my third shot. I was about a hundred yards away from the putting green. I knew that this was it; this was my chance to make my first birdie. Now, I pulled out my pitching wedge. Observing and knowing, if I hit the solid and strong, it would land close to the hole. I took a deep breath: practiced my swing, stepped forward, swing swiftly, hitting it solid. My dad and I watched the ball closely. My heart was pounding, trusting that I got close to the hole. It was a tough putt, but I had confidence in myself. I walked to the green and focused on how the ball would move. The putt would waver left to right, so I am aimed left. I practiced how fast how I would hit the ball to make sure it was not too fast or too slow. I put my putter right next to the ball and swung backwards. Rolling, rolling, rolling. Finally, the ball plopped into the hole and my mouth dropped. My dad and I cruised off the eighth hole. Confident and proud, I learned that these past six months have made me a better golf player and also why I love the game of