Me and my dad would golf to escape.
Throughout my life golf is the one constant thing that has stayed me and my fathers escape. When I was super young, there was a lot of people on our vacations and my dad would need a few hours away. If he has a tough day of work we go, or if life in general is just getting to him. Instead of going off to do his own thing he used to grab me. I grabbed my little junior clubs and we would go play golf. From a very young age it consumed me. He obsessed with the fact I loved it so much, and he did anything to get me out there.
As time went on we continued to do this and we made some of our best memories together. Around my mid teenager years I stopped going golfing with my dad. Everyone goes through the phase of thinking they are too cool to do things with dad. I could tell my dad was hurt by this, but we would still go every fathers day.
The restart.
At 17 I started golfing with my friends, and I was getting good. My senior year I went golfing with my dad and I could tell that truly meant the world to him. At about this age is when I realized he wasn’t happy because I loved the game of golf again. I realized he was happy because going out and spending time with just me and him was what he had loved all along. An escape from the rest of any and everything else that may be going on in our lives, driven by friendly competition with each other. He just loved being with me.
Ever since that day I have spent even more time than I used to doing things with my dad. Time with someone you love that much is valuable. The memories may have meant more to him before, but now I would argue they mean more to me. The competition aspect of it has picked up as well on the golf course, now when we go out and play it is always a close round. I love my dad and he loves me but I know our best memories will always be shared at a golf course, where we escape.
