Determined Golfer

"Is this really going to happen?" I thought to myself after a long day after school. At first, it seemed as if my foolish self was not trying at all, but as the vigorous days passed by, it started becoming a reality. I always wanted to play a sport in high school and wear a comfy, warm letter jacket at that. While pondering deep into my beautiful mind, something popped like a bag of popcorn and gave me a great idea. I wanted to walk the perfectly bladed grass with shoes, shoes with soft spikes and wear flamboyant, ironed slacks even though the rougher sports called it a sissy sport.

"Golf tryouts this week after school..." the announcements roared through the schools ancient P.A. system. I heard this through my ears like a tree whispering in the wind. It was amazingly beautiful and I decided to joyfully tryout. I spoke to a couple of my buddies that wanted to try out and a few that were already on the team. They all encouraged me to try out and plus, I got a lot of free golf. In the start, I had very little confidence in myself, but as the long days on the coarse passed, my confidence was building up. I was watching people get cut every day, but for some reason I wasn't. I lasted all throughout the long week and was feeling nervous but also hopeful.

"Congratulations, you have made the Shelbyville fold team, " I hear from the godly Mister Hunton.

"Thank you very much!" I replied full with excitement.

Coach told me to be ready Monday for some hardcore golfing. My emotions were overwhelming like an explosive firework and my heart was thumping with happiness. I went home and told my parents the great news. My dad said, "Son, I am very proud of you and hope you do very well at this."

"Thanks dad for the encouragement!"

Once my mother had a chance to speak she stated,