Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of The Golf Club

I was a 10 year old sports junky and I would later realize, I wish I wasn’t. Even though it was raining cats and dogs, I decided to go blow off some steam and hit a few golf balls. The sopping grass, The rain pouring, and the slight fog didn’t stop me. I placed the golf ball on the tee and held the club’s old, worn out grip. I attempted to smack it so hard I missed completely, and pounded the ground with the face of my club and created a huge divot. I continued struggling, until finally I gave it a rest. Because I was sucking, I then stood and watched the sun start to emerge over the clouds, I peered up and noticed a rainbow. A light drizzle continued and I carried on minding my own business. Now that it was a nicer out, it made me cool down a
little. I placed another ball on the tee and kept my eye on the ball. I hit the daylights out of it. Shortly after, my sister came out and then a day to remember occurred.
“Ding!” The golf club echoed as I struck the ball through my front yard.
“Can I try?” shouted Lindsey.
“No you’re going to break a window or something”, I quickly answered, “You have never swung a golf club in your entire life and it’s not that easy.”
“Show me how to do it”, Lindsey replied, “And I disagree it can’t be that hard.”
“Fine, Take the golf club and hold it like this. Then swing your arms back and keep your eye on the ball at all times. Then, swing the club towards the ball and follow through. She ripped the golf club out of my hand like she could hardly wait and got ready to swing.
Her ambition to swing caused me to be in the way of her backswing. She swung right away giving me no time to move. She did what I told her and swung her arms back. Before she could swing them forward, the thump of my forehead didn’t allow her to carry on her swing any further. I immediately went into a daze and was ready to fall down. She realized I was going to fall and she turned around instantly and held me up right. She was crying hysterically, she felt horrible for me. For the next couple minutes I could only feel the droplets of blood dripping from my forehead onto the rest of my body and taste the blood leaking down into my mouth. I kept my eyes closed so it wouldn’t get into my eyes, therefore my sister directed me into the house where my parents were. I bleed all down my face and onto the stairs leading into my house, but the blood on the stairs was quickly washed away from the rapidly falling rain as it went from a drizzle to a pour again. It felt like I lost a gallon of blood, I felt as light as a feather. I looked in the mirror and the opening in my head wasn’t big, but was definitely frightening to my 10 year old
self.
“Mom am I going to die?!” I panicked.
“No you will be fine, you will need some stitches though”, She responded.
“What are stitches?” I continued crying.
“It’s going to close the cut and stop the bleeding, we have to go to emergency room let's go. We have no time to waist the cut will get infected.”
“Can I come?!” My 2 sisters shouted scared for me.
“There is no room, he will be fine. Just stay here he will be home later”, My mom responded. Her backswing of her first swing ever will always be something we will both clearly and thoroughly remember. It was a frightening memory for me, but now is a funny memory that is always brought up. I think about it every time I am playing golf and I will never get close to another person swinging ever again.