Mom and Dad signed me up for a golf camp a couple of weeks ago and let me just say, I wish they hadn't. It was for three hours every morning for a week! So long! The first day was awful and I wouldn't even play for the first hour. It got better after that, but I sure didn't love it. The last day was pretty bad too because I couldn't make the ball go where it was supposed to, so I just stopped playing. And then when Mom came to pick me up, I started crying. Yeah, good times. My favorite part of the camp was snack time.
But here are a few pics Mom took of me that weren't during the first or last hour of camp. We started every day playing sharks and minnows.
Practicing my putt:
We wore helmets to make sure we didn't whack ourselves in the head while practicing our long drives.
And while I was trying to hit a ball that didn't want to be hit, this is what Sydney got to do.
There was a playground at the park where my golf camp was, so she actually liked golf camp.
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