I've been playing golf since I learned how to walk. Growing up my dad taught me to play in Arkansas, and I continued playing during my time in high school in Huntsville, Texas. My grandfather cheered for me from afar, since they live in Virginia he was unable to come to Texas to watch me play. In college I chose to not play competitively, but I continued to play for fun when time would allow. I am now 25 years old, and until this past month my grandfather had never seen me play in person, he had only been cheering from Virginia. Visits to my grandparents were usually around Christmas, which meant it was way too cold for a golf outing. However, this past summer we made the trip up to Virginia before I began my graduate program. For the first time I got to play golf with my granddad. I was absolutely ecstatic to let him see how hard I have been working all these years, and to share with him the game that I truly love. Sharing a round with my granddad for the first time was truly the highlight of my day, however when we got to the 14th hole I got another special "first". Teeing off on the short par 3 I was worried about going into the water on the right, or the sand to the left. Water has always been a tough mental obstacle for me. All I wanted was to land on the green, so I could make my granddad proud. After I teed off and the ball flew through the air I was so excited to see it moving in the direction of the green. I thought for sure I could 2-putt and make par. When the ball landed and rolled toward the pin, I never even considered that I could make my first hole-in-one. When the ball disappeared into that little cup I was shocked. I turned to face my granddad, and my mother who was also playing with us, and they both were speechless too. The smile on my granddad's face that lasted for the rest of the day make that moment absolutely priceless. The hole-in-one was a great accomplishment, however playing golf with my granddad for the first time was truly a special event that I will never forget.