I remember my dad taking me to our local driving range when I was 9 or 10 years old. Perfect setting for me. It was dark out, light winds, 80 degrees and the lights where lighting up the night time sky and you could see the yellow balls flying through the air. Now I am and always have been pretty athletic so I was fortunately somewhat of natural. My dad hands me his driver and says "hit this" so of course I did. My first drive was crushed (probably went 170 yards) and went right down the middle. If you have played at the driving range at night you probably can imagine the visual I have. The ball taking off into the night sky and seemingly never coming down. I was HOOKED.
At age 11 a buddy and I were hitting golf balls back and forth in the park trying to get to one of those line green spaghetti strainers (If your old you will remember those.) Well I bent over my ball to grab it and next thing I knew SMACK I had been hit square in my right eye with his 5 iron. I covered my eye and remember blood rushing out. I tried to run home but ended up passing out half way there. That night I was in 4 separate ambulances as each hospital we went to said we can't help him. Ended up having 8 surgeries to rebuild my right side as the club had crushed my cheek bone and eye brow. I unfortunately lost my eye in this whole ordeal and have a metal plate in my cheek.
I'm not trying to bring this posting down and I only tell you this because the game of golf has been in my blood for as long as I remember. The game gives me more joy than I deserve and seeing that I have zero depth perception it makes it that more challenging, but that's part of it. I enjoy when people ask me about it and then when I say "close one eye and try to take the shot" they seem to be amazed at how hard it is.
I have met so many people playing golf whether 30 years older than me or 15 years younger than me, it just doesn't matter. I simply enjoy the hell out of golf. To this day one of my favorite things to do is go down to the range at night and let them fly.
I love this post! Thanks for asking the question and bringing me back to my childhood.