Personal Narrative: Live The Game Like It Is Your Last

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Live the Game like it is your Last If it was not for my grandpa, I would have never thought about golfing. Golfing was his passion. He would play the game with his friends everyday, rain or shine. This man was an inspiration to me. Every time I would go over to my grandparent’s house, my grandpa would let Jordan, his neighbor, and I drive an old crummy golf cart with seats that looked like you were going to sit on a polar bear. Eventually, Jordan would have to return home, and my grandpa would summon me over to a chipped painted building with a bag of golf clubs and a tub of balls. He would ask me to show him my Arnold Palmer swing. Grandpa was a tall broad-shouldered man. He was also quiet and thought of his words before saying anything.

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