At the age of 12, I started playing golf when my parents enrolled me in a junior camp at the local public course. From that moment, much of my life has been 1 the game. The aspect of golf that attracted me was the sense of 2 . There's always a chance of making something 3 happen, maybe breaking a personal record or potentially making a hole-in-one.
When I decided to pursue journalism in college, I had to take a 4 from the game. I'd still go out 5 to play with friends, but for the first time since my teens, I was away from my community.
My 6 for playing golf reawakened when a friend invited me to the Langston course, which 7 me of the courses where I grew up: a 8 spot for people of all working-class backgrounds, and a far cry from the private golf 9 , in which expensive memberships are a basic 10 . When I get paired up with strangers to play, it's usually more of a 11 crowd.
Some of the best walks I've taken have been out on the golf course. It's where I 12 with old friends and meet new ones, who 13 me to practice and get better. We share experiences on the golf course that are 14 and laugh about for days after our rounds.
The sense of community I've regained with golf goes beyond my imagination. My circle only seems to be 15 , and I'm eager to see what the future holds.
