I had golf one quarter in high school, where we learned swing basics and spent a lot of time using 9-irons to hit whiffle balls stuffed with TP around the grass. At the end of the quarter, we had an opportunity to hit real golf balls, and it was fantastic being able to watch ball after ball soar high in the air and land around the distance of a football field away.
Years later I was fortunate to be able to pick up the game. I was graciously given my first set of golf clubs by my ex-wife's (now late) grandfather, may he rest in peace. He took me and my ex-wife's brothers out to the course and allowed us to make mistake after mistake. The satisfaction of hitting the ball where I actually wanted it to go and seeing the ball go into the cup after a nice putt were gifts.
As time continues to pass, I've had periods where I've played a lot more (or sometimes a lot less!) golf. Right now I'm in one of those waning periods, even though there are several courses and ranges within easy driving (pun) distance from my house. Golf takes time to practice and master, and it frankly does not always fit in my budget. The desire to play never goes away.
I spend much of my time during the week indoors, giving the high tech nature of my job. One of the most wonderful and zen-like qualities of the game of golf is the stark contrast in atmosphere, namely being outdoors. Out on the golf course, away from computers, cars and stresses, the air is calmer. You are out among the trees, grass and water. You hear birds chirping and sometimes see wildlife. And when you manage to calm your mind and not be worrying about how to do your next shot, and you are able to just be, you are at peace. And if I see you at the 19th green, I'll buy you a round. Cheers.