I am age 34 and have been playing golf since i was 7. My Dad is a huge golfer and passed the love of the game on to his sons. A large group of my family went to visit an uncle in Northern Michigan. Before we left a friend of my father had passed us a nice package 3 free rounds for two golfers at Treetops resort in Gaylord. The resort is only 30 minutes from my uncle's home. So being that my dad and I were the only golfers on the trip we booked an early sunday tee time on the Masterpiece course. When we woke up it was raining, but we decided to go anyways. The rain cleared and the morning was a perfect overcast. Fast forward to #13. 176 yards over a large pond. Dad steps up first, hits a 6 iron into the front bunker. "Did you hit it good Dad?" I asked. "I thought so." he replied. I went back to my bag and grabbed my 5 iron. I teed up the ball, choked up on the club just bit more. Swing, I hit it flush, right on the screws. I watched it sail to the green. "What do you got there?" my dad asked, as he does when someone has one tracking close. It drops just left of the pin about 4 ft past spins back and towards the pin. BOOM in the jar, bottom of the cup. My first ace. I go nuts jumping on my dad with a big bear hug and high fives. I can not think of anyone I would have wanted on that tee box with me other than him to share this with. 27 years after teaching me the game he was able join in the fun. He was extremely proud. I know what it is to be proud of your child, because I got the ace on my first son's 7 month birthday. I only hope to share something as special with him.