Personal Narrative: My First Golf Club

644 Words2 Pages

Searching around my cluttered room I usually stumble across my first ever golf club I used. Every time I am at the driving range in Ellersile I always relive the first memories of my golf. I always think back to the first club I ever had. This club has an old rusty very, short and thin meatal golf club. It had an old purple rubber grip at the top of the rusty metal shaft. Like my dad always said “trusty rustiest”, this phrase would always remind me of the fantastic memory of me first striking that little old rusty club at the Ellersile driving range.
At this driving range I remember my first ever memories of playing golf. At first I found golf way too frustrating for me and I wasn’t patient at all. I would always get mad when I missed or hit

More about Personal Narrative: My First Golf Club

Open Document