Personal Narrative: Life Is Like A Round Of Golf
Life is like a Round of Golf
I walk out onto the dew filled grass. I can feel the dampness beneath my feet. I can smell the aroma of lilacs blooming around me, the birds chirping gracefully, the rising sun so beautiful, peeking over the vast trees, nothing but the sounds of nature.
Each round of golf is filled with joys and disappointment, as does life. One may feel as if they are on the top of the world, but without warning things can turn around. One may be hitting straight down the fairway every time staying out of trouble then, somehow hit it out of bounds. But each round is a new start, and is unique and you will never play the same round twice, just as in life.
My life represents a golf round because just as in golf, some days I can
I walk out onto the dew filled grass. I can feel the dampness beneath my feet. I can smell the aroma of lilacs blooming around me, the birds chirping gracefully, the rising sun so beautiful, peeking over the vast trees, nothing but the sounds of nature.
Each round of golf is filled with joys and disappointment, as does life. One may feel as if they are on the top of the world, but without warning things can turn around. One may be hitting straight down the fairway every time staying out of trouble then, somehow hit it out of bounds. But each round is a new start, and is unique and you will never play the same round twice, just as in life.
My life represents a golf round because just as in golf, some days I can