This is a story of me and my grandpa and a time we went golfing. Its was a nice warm summer day and my grandfather and I had planned a day to go golfing. I woke up at 7 to go golfing with him at 8. We got out there at 8 and teed of on the first hole and everything felt pretty good. We were golfing really good that day getting par after par. My Grandpa was golfing so good that on the 8th hole that is a par three he put it less than a foot away from the cup. A few holes had went by and we were on hole number 12 and I was up to tee off. I was practice swinging and was feeling good so I hit the ball and I crushed it. I hit it so far I thought I had hit it on the green and it was a par 4. We drove forever to get to the ball or at least it felt that way, we found the ball in the fairway and had found out I had hit it 350 yards. That is the farthest I had ever hit a golf ball. that's the story of the day I went golfing with my Grandpa.