I lived for hanging out in his pro shops when I was little, I loved it when anyone but me had a Dr's appointment, cause that meant I got to hang out in his golf shop with him all day. By the time I was 10 I was very much illegally working for him for candy bars, just to have an excuse to be there with him. I'd get up at 5:00 and put on the standard country club attire and go answer phones on tournament mornings for a Snickers Bar and hour.
By the time I was 14 I was officially his paid shop assistant. I can work in almost any pro shop now probably based on all I learned working for him when I was younger.
My dad is an avid Garden Railroader and at the house I grew up at he had over 300 feet of G Scale train track running around the garden. I helped build most the buildings and re balasted his track every spring for him. I loved it. Seriously, I few weeks before my wedding I was out crawling in the dirt weeding the tracks and re-balasting them with him.
I'm a Daddy's Girl through and through, so here's to the Daddy that made me one.
Love you Daddy!
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