My family had built a golf course in the 90's that I have grown up playing my whole life. My father would take me out right after I learned to walk it felt like. It couldn't have been much fun for him, watching me chase after that ball only hitting 20 yards at a crack. I have to thank him for introducing me to the game I so passionately love now, even if it meant being patient enough to take me along while he was trying to better his game. As I grew up, I would always walk to the course and play myself, teaching myself, and growing on the basics myself. Now, grown into my body, five inches taller than my dad, I have grown into a right around scratch golfer who can take the old man. Over the years that I was growing physically, and as a player, my dad was finding it harder to have the time to play. The tables have turned as you might say, as I am now dragging my father out to the course. I said "Dad, just come with me tonight, we'll just play a round real quick before dark." He wasn't that thrilled, but agreed. Then, on the 8th hole- playing from the blue tees- a 204 yard par 3 I have been playing since I could walk. My dad landed his shot within 15 feet. My competitive spirit that stems from my father kicked in, as I immediately stepped over my ball to try to put my ball closer. I hit my 5 wood on a dead line- hunting the pin. Two bounces and a quick roll- *png*. "Did that just go in?" I said in disbelief holding my pose. A huge grin spread across my fathers face, "I think it did!". The moment couldn't have been better, the man who taught me the game by my side, witnessed my first hole-in-one, just like something you dream of, the way the game is supposed to be played. -Garrison Murphy, 18, Freedom, WI