Eagle, 2007, Lance Cunningham

From MemoryArchive

Who: My dad and I
What: My first eagle
When: Sunday morning playing golf
Where:

My dad woke me up asked me if I wanted to play some golf, so i got up and snatched my clubs from the garage, put them in the car and put my shoes on, while we were on the way to the course. When we got to the course we hit some range balls and then started the game. The first hole a moment I wont forget, sitting on the tee box I drive the ball about 30 yards from the pin, 20 from the green. It was a great start, my dad drives the ball and it curves way off to the left off of a persons house, and back onto the fair way a ways away from mine. he takes his second stroke and ends up over the green. my turn finally i grab my pitching wedge walk to my ball and take my stroke and watch as my ball lands on the green, i notice my ball slows down and think wow what a great shot, looks like i could get a birdie, then i look away and walk back to the kart and my dad starts screaming and i turn around and dont see my ball it had dropped in the hole.