What was your first memory of Playing?

I actually can't remember the first time I picked up a club. Maybe crazy golf in Benidorm when I was 2 or 3 but I only know about that because my folks told me about it. I remember walking around Carrick Knowe in Edinburgh with my dad and I remember getting a lesson with the pro at Uphall when I was about 10. Later that year I remember going to the range about 2 days after I had a plastercast removed from my left arm after badly breaking my elbow.
 
kirkistown Golf club, aged 12 played a full 18 on a big course with my mate who played of about 10 at the time is now a pro, BUT I hated every minute.

I had it in my head that golf shouldn’t make me tired at all, I hated all the walking for miles and basically topped everything about 30yards max.

ive no idea how I ever got interested 8years later after that horrid experience. but I did and 2yrs and two sets of irons later and I aim to knock 5-10 shots of my handicap this year 

Phil
 
I used to pull my dads trolley around his course (Wimbledon Common) in the early 60's he would throw a few balls down and give me club to hit them, the same would happen on the greens. We used to also go on holiday alot to the Isle of Wight, and we would go to Browns at Sandown and play pitch and putt. :cool:

He told me it was the greatest game in the world, but I wanted to play football with all my mates, which I went and done until i was 40. I then become a nomad golfer only playing 12 -15 times a year (if lucky) until 2 years ago when I joined my first club. :) :)Wish now I had done it 30 years ago. The old man knows best.
 
On the local playing field with a 9 iron ball tee'd up and knocking the socks off it over the field. Either that or when I went golfing with my dad and he got in a radge and nearly killed me with a slice...

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I lied.. It was at the Benson & Hedges Open (1983 or 1984) at Fulford, York and having all the greats sign my program inc Seve, Faldo, Woosey and all of them and getting some free balls, tees and things off them whilst my dad and his mate where in the beer tent.. An abused childhood.
 
holiday New forest stopped for a picnic i was 3-4

laying behind green peeking over the edge, guy walked up gave a me a ball, then dad made me a putter from dowel and a block of wood
 
My grandad and got me a half set from a local boot fair and me and a buddy who was about 14 (i was only 10) was down the field trying to hit this little ball. I was hacking it along the floor when my mate smashed it to the moon. i was a foggy dad and the ball was bullet straight, we looked for hours to find that ball and never did.... and i was hooked!

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We had a Pitch n Putt right behind my street when I was 11/12, it was a cracking set up on the side of a hill very tricky with tiny greens and we would be up there all through the summer holidays etc.
 
Pitch and Putt next to Queen Mary's Hospital, Sidcup, aged 20. I shot a 7 on every hole and decided I was a natural!
 
I played with a walking stick, and hit a plastic golf ball around the garden. Must have been about 10. The stick was wooden and my fingers would be bleeding after a few minutes from splinters. Must have had good hand eye co-ordination in those days :( :(
 
When I was 13.

Had moved to Nairn from Kirkintilloch and two of the new guys at my new school had just taken up the game. I joined them for a round at Nairn Dunbar GC and scored 146, having never hit a ball before. My only experience of golf had been watching the World Matchplay on the BBC. Seve, Sandy and Norman era.

Persimmon woods and Supermex irons given to me by my uncle who played the game. I was hooked and joined as a junior straight away.
 
probably when I was about 9. we lived close to a golf course on the Downs back of Brighton (it's gone downhill since those days) so it was a part of the area we (my brothers and our mates) played in, finding balls before they were lost sometimes.
Dad was on the buses and brought home a 2-iron, 7-iron and putter that were being cleared out of the lost property office.
we'd just take turns bashing balls round the course until we got chased off - never led to anything, things were much more uptight then, bank managers etc - we were the wrong sort and not to be encouraged.
 
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