Chasing sunlight, my 11-year-old daughter and I came to the ninth hole of The Dunes Golf and Beach Club, a par 3 playing 165 yards for me. As I struck my 8 iron, I casually remarked "That could be good." She played her ball from the women's tees, and as we approached the green it was too dark to see. I told her she better run up to the hole and see if my ball was there. As she looked into the cup, she raised her arms and started to yell...and I knew that I had made a great memory, even greater than the hole-in-one. The only thing that would have been better would to have reversed roles so that I was the one pulling HER ball out of the hole. Plenty of time left for that to come true though...