The First 18 Holes of Golf

A fictional little story of a Ben, who just finished his first 18 holes of golf

I hope this letter finds you in the best of spirits. The daffodils in the garden must be in full bloom now. I often think of how beautifully they contrast with the vibrant green of the surrounding grass, almost like how a golf ball stands out on the fairway. Speaking of golf, I’ve just taken up the game, and I have quite a tale to share with you.

I’ve just returned from my first full round of golf, all 18 holes. It was quite an adventure, one filled with swings, misses, and a good deal of laughter. If I’m honest, I performed in a manner best described as “enthusiastically amateur.” Yes, I managed to shoot a 120 – quite a ways from par, but, as they say, every golfer has to start somewhere.

Despite the errant shots that seemed to find every water hazard and sand trap, the lost balls that will probably have a better life in the wilderness, and the slices that could have made excellent material for a slapstick comedy, I found something very enchanting in the game.

Every hole was a story in itself, each with its unique set of challenges. The beautifully manicured greens, the trees standing like spectators, and the thrill of making contact with the ball – it all feels so poetic and satisfying.

More than just the game, it was the whole experience that touched me. The tranquility of the golf course was a delightful respite from the hustle and bustle of college life. And the silence, punctuated only by the sounds of chirping birds and the gentle rustle of the wind, brought to mind the peaceful afternoons we spent together in the garden.

I also discovered that golf is an excellent teacher. It taught me patience, persistence, and the art of staying hopeful despite unfavorable circumstances. Miss a putt, lose a ball, no matter – the next hole always offers a fresh start.

Grandma, I wish you could have seen me out there, trying to master my swing, celebrating the rare successful shots and laughing off the numerous blunders. I’m sure you would have chuckled at my golfing antics. But even more, I’m certain you would have appreciated the joy and excitement I found in the process.

I am eager to improve and have already started dreaming of the day when I can proudly tell you about my first par or birdie. Until then, I will embrace each round as an adventure, complete with the struggles and small victories that make it so thrilling.

I’ll visit soon, and we can enjoy a cup of tea in the garden. I look forward to sharing more about my golfing journey and hearing your wise, comforting words as always. Please take good care of yourself, and give my regards to Grandpa.