The Club House.
I am writing about the connection between me and my grandpa, Mr. Tom. The thing that always makes me think of him is my golf clubs, which he gave me a few years ago. Mr. Tom has a deep love for golfing, and he wanted me to share that passion so we could spend more quality time together, enjoying a shared activity. Mr. Tom has been golfing for over forty years, so it's no surprise that he is quite good at it. As for me, I’m not. I’ve been trying hard to improve, but honestly, it's more about having an excuse to spend time with him than about my skill level.
I remember one particular summer. We went up to Mr. Tom’s brother’s lake cabin. We spent the entire day on the lake, enjoying various activities and eating delicious food. In the evening, we decided to golf, with Mr. Tom’s nieces, Frankie and Lincoln, joined us. We mostly just messed around, laughing and enjoying each other's company. We even came close to flipping the golf cart at one point, Later we started wrestling in the parking lot just for fun. After all the excitement, I was able to spend time with them. The next morning, we woke up early to go fishing. That trip solidified my close relationship with Mr. Tom and his family. To me, they’ve become like my own family.    

– Eli Walli

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