Personal Narrative: Great Quality Balls

I woke up when my core came out of a machine in the factory. I felt so naked, I was missing two layers on me, and my white cover. I was on a moving line, with millions of other core balls. Ahead I saw that they were splitting us up into groups. There were probably ten groups, I got picked into the furthest one to the right. Over the line I got picked into stood “Great Quality Balls.” I felt so special, I was going to be apart of the best balls. Next up we were but into a ten times ten order, and put through a molding machine, which gave us our second two layers. The feeling of getting the extra layers was good, but still something was missing. There were probably dozen men standing next the moving line, they were taking up some balls and

I felt that those months passed by much slower, the balls I was with the whole time were so irritating. They were market “1” and “2,” so I called them One and Two. One could not stop talking, and Two had to argue against nearly everything One said. One Of their biggest arguments was if Tiger Woods was going to have a comeback or if he was burned out. One was a big fan of Tiger Woods, so he believed that the “legend” was going to win a Major tournament again. I think that Two was also a fan of Tiger, but he just did not want to agree with One, so he kept on arguing that he could not come back from his back spasm

I was too quick to speak, I was being unpacked to be stamped with a logo from a college that I had never heard about. The school's name was Faulkner University and they had a eagle as their logo. I got repacked and was but into the dark again. It could not have been longer than a week until I was taken up again. The boy who took me up specially picked me, telling his friends that his favorite number was three, just like mine. He took out a blue sharpie and spent a good time making a perfect line over my “ProV1” sign. To my frustration he also picked up One and Two from the pack and did the same to their ProV1 sign. He spent time on the putting green putting long and short puts with all of us. I was so glad that he made the most puts with me. One and Two were just arguing and not thinking about going into the hole. “How can they just not want to go into the hole and help the boy?” I thought to