I remember golf when I scored a hole in one the first time I ever played (on a par three of course) and then finished the game well over a hundred. I remember golf in Aklavik NWT. After we lost all the balls in the snow we practiced drives with frozen Shetland pony droppings. I remember golf in Pine Point NWT where the greens were browns and we played at midnight. I remember the time I traded my clubs and all golf accutrements for a banjo. I am SO THANKFUL that I now have only one addiction.