A Sunday morning started and I was ready to start a game of golf. The air was cold. And my body was shaking when the wind blew me away when I was practicing my golf swing. I was hitting the ball solid and straight. When I touched my grip of a nine iron and the taste of the water that I was drinking when I get nervous. The sky was a blueish color of the morning rise. The sun wasn't up. I could hear the the chickens calling for the people to wake up every morning. When I finished my golfing routine, I drove with my dad to the golf course ready for a good tournament. He said to have fun and do your best when I'm out with my group and the only person I could rely on was Tony. We played tournaments together when we were little and this day was when I get to play with him.
When it was our groups turn to hit the ball. My hands were shaking. I went last in my group. Tony hit a straight drive onto the middle of the fairway. When it was my turn, I place the ball onto the tee and started my routine. When I was about to hit the ball my hands were shaking. I could feel my heart beating louder and louder each second. I finally hot the ball. It went father then Tony's ball just a yard further onto the fairway. My dad wished me luck and we were on our way to win the tournament.
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