My dad and I were on the front lawn of someone's house in the next block. My dad was hitting golf balls with a driver. I teed off first and then he proceeded to hit ball after ball, analyzing each shot. I couldn't help but admire the passion he had for the game. But I also grew impatient with him, hoping he'd pick one of the shots and start playing a round of golf with me.
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