When I was ten I played golf with my Great Uncle Werner.

Uncle Werner owned a dairy farm in Wisconsin. He was a very nice old gentleman and he offered to take me out to play golf.

Uncle Werner was married, I think, but I don't remember his wife. I don't think they had any kids. But I might be wrong.

Being ten I had never played golf but I played baseball and had a pretty good swing. On the first hole he let me go first. I swung back and hit the ball as hard as I could and it went straight down the fairway. 

"Wow, not bad!"

Uncle Werner got in place and whacked the ball. He shanked it and it went into the trees. That's all I remember.