Everyone in my family plays golf. My grandparents, cousins, uncles, siblings, literally everyone. So of course I had to fit in with the Anderson crowd and learn how to play.
At the start of my golfing career, I was absolutely awful. I would top the ball or slice every single shot. Not to mention, I couldn't putt for the life of me. There was a long road ahead of me in order to become better.
My parents decided to put me in a program over the summer at Meridian Sun Golf Course in Haslett. I was about eight years old and the only girl there. Seeing all the guys hit the ball miles long made me realize I needed to take this seriously so I can look like them. That's when I decided to buckle down and focus during my lessons.
The instructor there helped my swing and putting stroke. Finally, we hit the course. I had to apply all my new critiques into my game. As I played on, I started to get better. Thanks to all the lessons and practice I could finally get the ball in the air and make it go straight(ish).
Today, my swing still isn't near perfect, but from all my hard work, I can shoot in the 80s during an 18 hole match. I continue to take lessons in the winter, play endlessly in the summer, and play for the high school team. As I keep playing golf, I am grateful that my family taught me. It is something I will be able to do when I'm older and play with other people. Learning to play golf was one of the best things that's ever happened to me.
At the start of my golfing career, I was absolutely awful. I would top the ball or slice every single shot. Not to mention, I couldn't putt for the life of me. There was a long road ahead of me in order to become better.
My parents decided to put me in a program over the summer at Meridian Sun Golf Course in Haslett. I was about eight years old and the only girl there. Seeing all the guys hit the ball miles long made me realize I needed to take this seriously so I can look like them. That's when I decided to buckle down and focus during my lessons.
The instructor there helped my swing and putting stroke. Finally, we hit the course. I had to apply all my new critiques into my game. As I played on, I started to get better. Thanks to all the lessons and practice I could finally get the ball in the air and make it go straight(ish).
Today, my swing still isn't near perfect, but from all my hard work, I can shoot in the 80s during an 18 hole match. I continue to take lessons in the winter, play endlessly in the summer, and play for the high school team. As I keep playing golf, I am grateful that my family taught me. It is something I will be able to do when I'm older and play with other people. Learning to play golf was one of the best things that's ever happened to me.