Getting Back into the Swing of Things

 By Ally

Recently, Nikki and I attempted to rediscover a past hobby - golf. They always speak of muscle memory when it comes to a golf swing. Well, I think my muscles have amnesia. 

With the help and coaching of our uncle, all three of us sisters started golfing at the young age of three. Armed with a plastic golf club set, we would head out to the driving range to hit buckets of golf balls, focusing on the fundamentals of our swing. And when our hands hurt from gripping too hard, our backs and shoulders were tired, and all the golf balls were gone, we would head over to Jack in the Box and get some lunch. 

Many memories were made at the driving range. There was the time our youngest sister, Kimme, got mad since she couldn't hit the ball and ended up hacking at it, eventually breaking our plastic golf club. The time where pitbull dogs had gotten loose on the range, but thankfully kept their distance. The times where we attempted to hit the golf cart collecting the balls out on the range. The time where Kimme had hit the golf ball into the restaurant next to the the mini golf course and all the customers stared at us. And the collection of brightly colored golf balls that we started. 

As we grew older, we got busier. Between school activities, homework, and sports we had little time for leisure. Before we knew it, it had been months, then years, since we last went golfing. However, with the COVID-19 restrictions, the driving range has become a great way to get outside and get a little exercise. With so many memories surrounding golf, I am glad I was able to get back to there. Hopefully I will be able to jog my muscle's memory soon!