My dad fell in love with golf when he was in college, and I wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps.
Some of my earliest memories are of swinging little plastic golf clubs in the backyard, trying to mimic his stance, his grip, and his swing.
At four or five years old, I didn't know much about the game, but I knew I wanted to be just like him.
As I got older, my dad surprised me with my first real set of clubs.
I'll never forget the feeling.
It was as if he had handed me a key to a whole new world.