Personal Narrative On Golf

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Oh no, I told myself , I knew I was screwed. It was a nice evening to play some golf. When I got off the bus after school, I went inside my grandpa and grandma’s house to get a snack. When I got inside I said to my grandma, “It’s a nice evening to go play some golf.” She replied “Yes it is, but first you have to mow.” So I said “Ok.” So I got a snack and went outside to mow. The mowing took awhile, but at least I got the mowing done. So I put the mower up and went inside to get some supper. We had hamburgers for supper and they were really good. After supper I went outside to get my three nike golf balls and my lucky nike nine iron, but the lucky nine iron wasn’t lucky today. I have a field I like to go play golf in because the field is wide open so I won’t hit anything or break anything, but I was too lazy to walk to the field. I just played around my grandpa and grandma’s house (bad idea). So I walked to the first hole that I made up, so I told myself, Do not hit Grandpa’s truck. …show more content…

The hole was about 110 yards away, from where I was teeing off. There was no wind at the moment, so I didn’t have to worry about that. First, I took a couple of practice swings because they were my first swings of the day, so I have to get warmed up. Then after the practice swings, I lined myself up with hole, making sure I was lined up perfect with the hole. Third, I got ready to hit my first golf ball, I was getting my rhythm down before I would hit the golf

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