I will never forget my hole in one. Golf is such a special game to so many people and their families and mine I am so proud that mine is apart of that legacy, I am forever grateful to my grandfather for putting a golf club in my hands young.

I was playing a familiar Sunday morning round, usually I am playing with Grandpa on Sunday morning but he's working on the club house on this day. I am with my uncles and my playing partner is my good friend Seth. We had just departed from 9, a flat par 3 and we made the turn to 10, a downhill par 3. We are into the wind at 151 yards. I had to make a decision between 9 and 8, typically I play 9 here but with the wind I chose my 8 iron. I remember having a second thought about the 8 iron, but reminded myself to trust my initial instincts and to trust that the wind will knock it down.

I hit my shot, it was clean with eyes for the hole. I did not get too excited. I quickly absorbed that I had flushed it, turned to Seth to receive my praise for hitting the beloved "good shot" but received something else instead.

My uncles and Seth were grinning and cheering, they all saw something I did not, I was sure they were kidding and told them all it probably went long, "don't get too excited" I remember joking with them. As we drove up to hole I could feel the excitement building inside of me like a massive crescendo. We. Continued closer and as we got about 70 yards out I realized there was no ball on the green. I jumped out of the golf cart, ran to hole, and found my ball lying inside.

I jumped and screamed with excitement, I could no longer contain myself. My uncles and Seth ran from their carts as well to greet me at the hole and we cheered as if it was a collective achievement. It was amazing to me to see how excited they got just to see a hole in one!

I will never forget that day and that feeling. I'm so grateful for the game of golf and all those I've shared it with.