My dad is the reason that I play golf today. I owe it all to him. Little did he know what he was getting himself into! I don’t remember exactly the day I started golf since I was about 3 years old; however, I know the story by heart. I would ride in the cart with my dad and watch him play on the weekends. One day I got tired of just watching, so I grabbed one of his clubs – which was taller than me – and took a swing at the ball. My dad was shocked I even made contact. The rest is history. I am so lucky I found my passion for golf and wouldn’t change anything from my experiences over the past years.