Yesterday, we went out an hit golf balls in the back yard. I pulled out my trusty 3 wood, which I used to good effect last time we were out on the course. Initially, we were trying to hit Daddy's chipping target, but this soon gave way to something much more fun--hammering away at the ball. I hit some of my longest shots ever (with wiffle balls). I managed to whack a couple of them out of the yard, and put one on the ROOF of my play structure. When I would really hit a ball hard, it would make a cool zooming noise as it came off the club and zinged through the air. Daddy, who does not like to hit his 3 wood, said that I can now hit mine further than he can hit his!
Fore!
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