It was incredible. On 9/12/12. First par 3 of the day. Just my dad and me. It played at 133 yards over a pond and against the wind so I clubbed up. Anything left and you'll have no shot. I hit about a 5 yard draw, bounced once and disappeared. Initially, I was crushed. I knew I flushed it but I wasn't wearing my eyeglasses and it looked like it bounced off the back of the green. We arrived to the hole and looked around for a few minutes to no avail. The rough wasn't thick so I couldn't understand why my ball was missing. As a last resort, I headed over to the hole in case the impossible happened. Sure enough, there was my ball with my two-dot mark, one black and one red, was staring right back at me. I yelled to my dad with excitement and gave him a high five so hard that his wrist was sore for the next couple days. I'm so thankful I shared that moment with my dad.