When I think of my childhood, my little red golf cart comes to mind. When the typical person gets ready to go to their lake place they think about the water, relaxation or perhaps an ice cold drink. Unlike most I have always thought about riding around on my golf cart. I have loved my little golf cart since the day I first saw it, but I never thought that it could hold such significant sentimental value, nor all of the memories that it does. Arriving at my Grandma and Grandpa’s lake cabin, my sister Kelsey and I hopped out of the family van to see a cherry red golf cart right in front of our eyes that read our last name “ARNTSON” in silver cursive engraved on the front. We raced to the driver 's seat with smiling faces. The excitement swirled inside of my tummy as I grasped the smooth black steering wheel for the very first time. Turning the key, the engine came to life. Being that I was very …show more content…
I would speed away in the cart down the old gravel road waving politely to my lake neighbors, and onto my grandpas land I drove. I would spend days on the peak of my grandpas hill where I would park in the middle of all of the pine, black oak and bushy trees which served as my private hideout while I would giggle with my imaginary friends or simply pray. Laying on top of the white plastic golf cart roof I would take in the familiar, calming smell of pine needles while soaking in the sun. Every weekend I would always look forward to going down to the lakes so I would have the opportunity to drive around, go on new adventures and make new memories. Whether I needed a weekend of relaxation or one filled with excitement the cart would never leave me disappointed. No matter what new items are bought for the lake cabin my favorite will always be my little red golf
Contrary to what most think, an “Arnold Palmer” is not just a blend of tea and lemonade. One day, all might be able to swing a golf club like Arnold Palmer. Golf has been around since the thirteenth century and was introduced by the Scottish and Dutch. The main goal of golf is to reach the hole in the fewest amount of shots possible. One main difference between golf and many other sports is the lower the score the better. Regardless of the fact that the game was once banned, golf is now enjoyed by many (“The History of Golf”). Despite the images in common golf commercials, the golf swing is endlessly complicated.
Marty Anderson was an employee for Family Auto Repair (FAR) in Memphis and was transfer to their Jackson store, which was an hour and a half from his house. The company allow Marty to use a company vehicle to make his long commute, although he had his own vehicle. The terms of the explicit permission to use the vehicle were: to and from work, during lunch breaks, and to deliver and transfer items between FAR’s two facilities either before work or on his way home. Marty Anderson became a victim of the dilemma when he fell asleep at the wheel and injured a man, Steve Spritzer, in the company vehicle, at a time when he did not have explicit permission to be using the vehicle. Marty Anderson’s case can be argued in his favor or in FAR’s favor,
Looking at our society and my busy life filled with tests, deadlines, work schedules, and demands for my time coming at me from every direction, I almost with I could go back to that place where time and concerns for the outside world were of little or no consequence. How I love to remember, to relive the memories of my adolescence. My world was perfect then.
The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...
Golf is defined as a game in which clubs with wooden or metal heads are used to hit a small, white ball into a number of holes, situated at various distances over a course having natural or artificial obstacles. The object is to get the ball into each hole in as few strokes as possible (2017 Dictionary.com LLC). It is a very popular sport throughout the world and it is only increasing in popularity. It is a game that takes time and effort to master, but can prove to be a great, relaxing sport that anyone of all ages can play.
As we pull into the racetrack I look around. There are a ton of trailers which means a ton of cars, which also means a ton of people. Aside from all the diversity we all love the same thing, racing. We all unite together, we are all there for the same reason and we all have the same goal. To win the Kyle Larson Outlaw Kart Showcase. One day, two Nascar drivers, three classes, over 225 cars. The biggest outlaw kart race in history to ever be held, and I’m apart of it. I can feel the tension of everyone around me, whispers of people talking about all their set-up ¨secrets¨
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
“Time to go to Lake Tahoe!” I exclaimed as my parents and my grandpa announced that it was time to go. After three years of waiting, it was finally time to go to lake tahoe. We couldn’t go there the past three summers because we had to visit other family. However, now it was finally time to visit my great uncle in Tahoe! I was most excited about going on a motor boat for the first time in my life. My great uncle, whose name is Bob, promised that we could all go on a motor boat when we got there. My dad wasn’t very excited though. He said the last time he went on a motor boat with Bob they crashed and my dad fractured his arm.
I would jump over the waves when they got to me and get washed up on shore again. Eventually the sun went down and it got a little bit dark outside so we headed back to the camper; walking up that huge hill and we were so wet the sand stuck to us, I hated
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
Sports are a great way to bring people together and encourage friendly competition among people from all walks of life. In general, a sport is usually some form of physical game or activity performed by two or more people. One such example would be golf, often dubbed the "rich man 's sport" throughout its history. Golf has undergone many changes since its creation in the early 15th century, but has remained one of the more expensive sports as far as equipment costs go. When discussing the impact that different technological advancements in the materials used in golf have had, I 'm mainly looking at how these adjustments have improved performance.
A red brick house on top of a small hill is where my memories reside. A slightly curved gravel road led to the front of the house. Eight or nine rose brown apple trees randomly covered the plush green lawn. Down the small hill, muddy brown water trickled down a ditch with cattails surrounding it. One enormous willow tree sat in the background, to the right of the house, to complete the picture. It almost seemed like a picture from a postcard. But when you're a kid none of this really matters. All that really matters to you is to have as much fun as possible. My memories don't come just from this beautiful picture but from the little things making it.
I have always been fascinated by carnival rides. It amazes me that average, ordinary people eagerly trade in the serenity of the ground for the chance to be tossed through the air like vegetables in a food processor. It amazes me that at some time in history someone thought that people would enjoy this, and that person invented what must have been the first of these terrifying machines. For me, it is precisely the thrill and excitement of having survived the ride that keeps me coming back for more.
I remember the van. It was the gray of dry clay, and it had maroon stripes on the sides that were the same color as maple leaves during the fall, but it was winter now. It was my mom's van, and I was riding in the back seat. I was eight years old, and she had pulled over on the side of the road because she had “some sad news” to tell me. My legs didn’t touch the ground. They just dangled with my sorrels about to fall off. I was all bundled up in the puffy winter clothes that mothers dress their chi...
Eren watched the retreating backs of his two best friends as they walked on ahead chatting animatedly with each other as if they haven’t wronged him in any way. How could they betray him like this? Mikasa must’ve noticed her brother’s grumbling behind her because she stopped and pressed her finger into his forehead without him realizing. The jolt surprised him and anger overtook surprise in a matter of seconds.