At age 63 and after playing golf for over 40 years, I was beginning to think I would never get a hole in one. My best friend has 4 and my son has 2. But then it happened. I approached the 11th hole and was not playing particularly well. In fact, I had just made a 7 on the par-4 10th. I was the last to play in our foursome, and hit my customary low iron shot towards the front hole location. The ball took one hop just in front of the green, another hop a few feet onto the green, and then slam dunk! I raised my arms in celebration, and the rest of my group yelled and gave high fives. And my son, also in the group, gave me a big hug. It was very cool to finally get a hole in one, and glad my son was there to share it with me.