Great things about being blind. Game of golf?

There are many very good blind golfers out there.  I am not one of them.
The first time I was interested in a golf course, was when I was quite small.  Our cottage was on the edge of one.  I liked to walk across the grass in my bare feet.  The grass was a bit longer but then the grass on the greens was so short and soft just like moss.  I loved the feel of that.  There was also a sand trap with very soft fine sand that I liked to touch.  My dad used to pay us for golf balls we found so (especially after rain) we would crawl through ditches and bushes looking for balls.  At night when it was dark, we played tag up there because it was open and there was nothing I could bump into as we ran.  We did it at night without flashlights, so everyone else had the same vision as me.  Which was not much vision.  In fact, I may have had an advantage because I had all of my other senses working.
Tomorrow, I will tell about my visit to the driving range.  It is funny!  Stay tuned!