Personal Narrative: My Golf Experience

If I have had a bad day or issues are on my mind, the one place I go is the golf course alone. It was a scorching hot day and my mom dropped me off. I told her to come back in an hour and a half. I grabbed my golf bag and threw them on my back like a bag of bricks and begin to carry it over to the range. As I walked by the first tee box the workers were packing up for the day and heading home. I could hear lock on the door click and I knew I would be one of the few people out this late. In the sky the sun graced the horizons of the golf course and shined through the trees around me. Out on the course, there were a few scattered groups shooting around like ants on the horizon in their golf carts rushing to beat the darkness and get to the bar
With each passing breeze I remember the humidity, but continue to practice to distract myself from the outside world. After 45 minutes I decided to play a few holes. The sun is now beginning to fully go down over the horizon and a once bright yellow turned into a pink orange color. I realize I am going to have to run to finish at least 4 holes. The next 4 holes consist of attentive hits of the ball and carless running to my last shot. My thoughts consist of worrying about the sunlight and where my ball could possibly be. As I come closer to the end the once humid air has now turned into a consistent summer night breeze and the bugs specifically the cicadas have begun to create sympathy of noise around me. As I turn back to the clubhouse my worries from before have left me and now all I can think about is my hits and misses. I would much rather me graced with these worries then the ones of the outside world. Not looking at my phone for an hour and getting outside in the great fields of grass to me is the most therapeutic location in the world. Whenever I have major issues on my mind I will always have the golf course to help me forget my problems that truly don’t