November 24, 2009
By nickransom BRONZE, Beaverton, Oregon
nickransom BRONZE, Beaverton, Oregon
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The morning was cold and crisp. Fog covered the ground like an evil non- forgiving quilt. I turned on the t.v. MTV was on, and a classic song filled the airwaves “Video killed the radio star” I instantly changed the channel.
“ I guess MTV can’t play any good songs right, dad,” I said
“ Hey, get ready were going golfing and take out the dogs.” My dad replied. I put the leashes on the dogs and opened the door. The cold hit me like a sack of potatoes. Instantly, goose bumps covered my entire body. After the dogs relived themselves I took them inside, and the instant change from cold to warm gave me goose bumps again. Once inside, I gathered all of my golf clubs and set them next to the door, letting my dad know that I was ready to go.
We both got in the truck and turned the heater on as fast as we could. I placed my hands on the heater vent as if the vent were a campfire on a cold Oregon morning. Once fully warmed up we headed to Eagle Crest Landing, a small par three only course. When we pulled in, a miracle occurred. The sun had come out and all of the fog lifted but the cool crisp air was still lingering. It seemed like all the fog and clouds went to the mountains. I went into the clubhouse and paid for my dad and me. I noticed the nice log design and the nice cozy fireplace tucked in the corner, like a little kid playing hide and seek.
I walked to the first tee and placed my ball on the ground. I took a smooth shot and struck the ball with the force of a thousand gunshots. But the ball had a mind of its own and shot way to the left, bounced off some trees, and finally came to rest right in front of the green. My dad went up to the tee box and I shouted “ hit it in the hole.” He just laughed. My dad hit the ball but he was not as lucky as me, his first shot went out of bounds, so he took a drop ball. As the day proceeded, the fog hovered on the tops of the mountains, and we kept playing golf. It all came down to the final hole.
He was up two strokes on me, and I needed a miracle to win. As I approached the 18th and final hole, I took a step back to look at the beauty of this golf course. The hole was a 44-yard downhill with a view to remember. The tops of the mountains were covered with a thick, creamy fog. The snow looked like icing on a cupcake. The rolling hills went on as far as the eye could see, and the smell of crisp fresh air was more prominent now. I stepped up to the tee box and inhaled the cool, fresh, crisp lingering air into my lungs, and let out I huge sigh. When I was about to hit the ball, my dad shouted
“Hit it in the hole.” I giggled and said
I swung the club back and struck the ball. The ball sailed through the air like an angel. The ball landed on the green with a delayed thud and started rolling towards the hole. I screamed
“Dad, Dad, Dad.” I shouted.
“I see it, Nick.” My dad said amazed. The ball rolled what for seemed like an eternity. Then, it disappeared. Tears instantly filled my eyes as I ran down the hill towards the hole and plucked out my ball. I was in complete and utter shock. What are the odds of getting a hole-in-one? The odds have to be one in a million. I was ecstatic But it wasn’t the hole-in-one that made me happy, it was the beautiful setting in which occurred.

The author's comments:
this is true it really did happen. this was the best day of my life and i will remember it forever

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