The putt putt incident

Elizae Asim

David Glen Smith

English 1301: Composition

7/13/2016

Personal Narrative Free writing

            When it comes to nostalgic and negative memories, there could be a plethora of occasions to reminisce, but specifically with a sporting event that screams out to me, there is one known to my family as “the putt putt incident” that occurred during summer in Michigan. My first cousin, Humza had just turned seven, maybe eight years old and his wish was to spend the day at a mini golf center near his house. Why would a small child want to spend the entire day playing golf, instead of the cliché Chuck E Cheese party? I have no idea. That is still a detail that mystifies me to this very day. We had arrived at the mini golf center in the morning, I remember being vaguely jealous of his Pokémon T shirt, while looking down at my own pastel yellow shirt with “Munchkin” printed on the front in disdain.

 I then also found that I was horrible at golf, and that no matter how hard I tried I never got anywhere. There were a few times I enjoyed the course, specifically an area of the course that was a giant lake with a waterfall, it was covered in lily plants and had a million golf balls in it. That was also where my cousin almost took a nosedive into said water after flinging his golf ball into the water, but by the end of the day and after barely avoiding blinding my sister I promised myself I would never play golf again, even if my life depended on it.