Most people grow up taking some sort of music lessons.  Whether it be piano, organ, or some other instrument, most families focus on the artsy side of life.

But when I was growing up, I knew I was different.  You see, my father was an avid golfer, and each summer he would send me away to Golf school so that I could better my game.  There, I would get golf instruction from teachers that would eventually be my mentors.  From them, I learned the ins and outs of the game.

Though I have competed in many tournaments and play at least five times per week, I realize I still have room to grow.  That is why I am going to the Arizona Golf School twice over the next year to polish my already, almost perfect game.

Even though I was different than the other children, I am happy my parents chose golf for me - it is the love of my life.