Thursday, May 12, 2011

Great things about being blind. Tag on the golf course.

Yesterday, I overheard a little bit of conversation about golf.  I know there are blind golfers and they are very good.  I haven't done much of it but I was not at all good.  One time, I went to a driving range and got a bucket of balls.  I ad the same ball on my tee for about 20 minutes.  I would think, "this time, I will hit it far."  and I would miss altogether or hit it about six inches or something.
It was the funniest thing.
I ended up lying on the ground laughing my head off over the whole experience.
But, I digress.  One great thing about being blind as a kid was that our cottage was on the edge of a golf course.  That golf course provided us a place to play tag.  And, to make things fair and equal for me, we played tag there at night.
Wide open spaces.  Nothing to fall over.  It was dark so the sighted kids weren't at a huge advantage.  We loved it.
The feel of that short grass under my feet.
The running.  The tag.
Our black lab charging around up there with us.
It is a great childhood memory for sure.
So when people talk of golf, I think of that.
And also how we used to crawl around in the ditches finding golf balls and then selling them to my dad to use when he played.
Golf may be fun but there is nothing like a golf course at night for tag.

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