This day is perfect I thought to myself. The sun was out, the birds were singing beautiful songs, there was a slight breeze in the air to balance out the hot summer sun. Nothing could ruin this day. So I thought...
It was a hot summer day in June. A light breeze blew in the air as birds of a multitude of colors sang beautiful songs from atop tall tree branches. Butterflies and bees roamed the abundance of colorful flowers and roses at my old house in Portland. My dad decided on this gorgeous day to teach my brothers and I how to play golf. After lunch, he took us out into our backyard, which was huge, to begin his lesson. My dad started by giving each of us a different golf club. I remembered that I received a 5 iron. MY brother David obtained …show more content…
David was his first student. I watched in astonishment as my brother swung wildly and missed, while my dad attempted to get him to calm down and look at the ball before swinging. I started laughing as he foolishly swung and miss time and time again. I drifted around the backyard while waiting, swinging at random flowers and bugs that I saw. I felt I had superpowers with that club in my hand, decimating anything in my path. Eventually, David was able to hit the ball. “Paul, it’s your turn. Are you ready to learn?”, my dad asked me as I ran over to him, enthusiastic to learn a new skill. He showed me how to hold the club and how I had to stand with a slight bend in my knees, as I processed in all this information and began doing it. Finally, after all the finer parts of golf was taught, it was time to learn how to swing. I thought in my mind that this was going to be easy because all I needed to do was hit the ball. So I swung. As it turns out, hitting the ball isn’t that easy because I missed by a mile. “Keep your eye on the ball”, my dad instructed me. I made a mental note to remember that this time and attempted the feat again and was met with the same result. Becoming flustered, I began swinging at the ball like a madman with …show more content…
Everything slowed down as I saw the ball go up and create an arc headed right for the center of my neighbors window. All the sounds around me became muted as my thoughts rang loudly in my head. “No way, I’m screwed”, I thought. I started sweating bullets as I realized what was going to happen. The arc was aimed for my neighbors window. What happened next was inevitable. I knew only a miracle would be able to save me. A gasp escaped my mouth as the ball crashed through the window, shattering it into a million pieces. I glanced over at my dad who was as shock as I was. My brothers had stopped what they were doing to stare in disbelief at what I had just done. “I can’t believe what you just did Paul”, he said, still absorbing in what had just happened. Our neighbor was not home yet, so my dad led me inside to scold me but to no avail. None of his words reached me as I was in a trance, dazed and numb from what I just did. So many emotions were bursting inside of me at once. I was ecstatic that I hit the ball, ashamed that I had broken my neighbor’s window, fearful of what they might do, and praying with all my heart that they don’t send me to
It was a hot summer day in June. A light breeze blew in the air as birds of a multitude of colors sang beautiful songs from atop tall tree branches. Butterflies and bees roamed the abundance of colorful flowers and roses at my old house in Portland. My dad decided on this gorgeous day to teach my brothers and I how to play golf. After lunch, he took us out into our backyard, which was huge, to begin his lesson. My dad started by giving each of us a different golf club. I remembered that I received a 5 iron. MY brother David obtained …show more content…
David was his first student. I watched in astonishment as my brother swung wildly and missed, while my dad attempted to get him to calm down and look at the ball before swinging. I started laughing as he foolishly swung and miss time and time again. I drifted around the backyard while waiting, swinging at random flowers and bugs that I saw. I felt I had superpowers with that club in my hand, decimating anything in my path. Eventually, David was able to hit the ball. “Paul, it’s your turn. Are you ready to learn?”, my dad asked me as I ran over to him, enthusiastic to learn a new skill. He showed me how to hold the club and how I had to stand with a slight bend in my knees, as I processed in all this information and began doing it. Finally, after all the finer parts of golf was taught, it was time to learn how to swing. I thought in my mind that this was going to be easy because all I needed to do was hit the ball. So I swung. As it turns out, hitting the ball isn’t that easy because I missed by a mile. “Keep your eye on the ball”, my dad instructed me. I made a mental note to remember that this time and attempted the feat again and was met with the same result. Becoming flustered, I began swinging at the ball like a madman with …show more content…
Everything slowed down as I saw the ball go up and create an arc headed right for the center of my neighbors window. All the sounds around me became muted as my thoughts rang loudly in my head. “No way, I’m screwed”, I thought. I started sweating bullets as I realized what was going to happen. The arc was aimed for my neighbors window. What happened next was inevitable. I knew only a miracle would be able to save me. A gasp escaped my mouth as the ball crashed through the window, shattering it into a million pieces. I glanced over at my dad who was as shock as I was. My brothers had stopped what they were doing to stare in disbelief at what I had just done. “I can’t believe what you just did Paul”, he said, still absorbing in what had just happened. Our neighbor was not home yet, so my dad led me inside to scold me but to no avail. None of his words reached me as I was in a trance, dazed and numb from what I just did. So many emotions were bursting inside of me at once. I was ecstatic that I hit the ball, ashamed that I had broken my neighbor’s window, fearful of what they might do, and praying with all my heart that they don’t send me to