Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Playing Golf

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If you are wanting to teach a friend to play golf you might not want to sink that birdie. One day my friend was saying, you know if I was to play any sport it would be golf because it looks so easy it can’t be hard to hit a ball in a hole. So I said how about I teach you to play golf.
It was a hot, cloudy day about three o’clock in the afternoon. I already started to regret my decisions, once we stepped on the tee box. I was almost identical with my dad with my black and red striped polo and khaki shorts. My friend looked like a person that just got back from the streets. He …show more content…

so we walk up there connected his hands with his last finger with his first finger. we stood him up squared him behind the ball and walked away and as soon as we did he went right back to the way he was. Me and my father let out a big moan, like a lion roaring in the air. My friend looked back at us with a look like, what did I do this time. we walked up there and explained what we were doing and why. So this time we stayed on the tee box, but took a step back from him. again he went back to the way he was and swung before we could do anything. I have never in the short few years I have played golf seen a ball get a humongous leap in the air and fall such a short distance . I wanted to explode with laughter like a volcano about to

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