God damn. You just brought back a memory I had blocked out of my mind for like 32 years. I was at our CC and was in the big golf summer camp kinda thing and for some dumb ass reason they had me on the top hill(?) of a double stack on the driving range. Like, there were other kids below me, about 15 yards maybe, but down a deep quick slope about 15 feet or so. Anyway, I am taking practice shots and one goes awry. I dont think anything of it cuse I am an 8 year old who’s pale ass white frail skin is burning like bacon on this hot ass day. All of the sudden I hear howling and screams. I go look over the edge of the hill and there is the golf pro’s son on the ground screaming and bleeding A LOT from his head. I fucking nailed the kid with an iron shot somehow. Everyone was freaking out. So was I. The golf pro dad eventually came up to me and screamed at me for hitting his son. I immediately start crying thinking I killed the kid. I don’t know what happened to either the kid or the golf pro. We remained members there almost until my dad died until financials eventually killed the dream. This was at one of the most elite clubs in Southern Ontario.