One of my favorite memories is when I surprised my dad in golf. We were either in North Carolina or South Carolina, I can’t remember which. This happened about a year or two ago. We drove far from our condo that was on the beach to another place that was pretty far away. We golfed in a neighborhood, which I didn’t find very safe but nothing bad happened. I have always, and still do, thought my dad was quite good at golf. Everything I know about golf, he taught me. Anyway, we were on a hole where there was water between the green and where you start, but there was a place beside the water where you can hit the ball from so that the water isn’t in your way. My dad told me that having the water between where your hitting the ball and the green
