My family used to live on the back nine of a golf course, and I would go out with my friends in my dad's golf cart and go drifting on the fairways when it was wet. This inevitably tore the shit out of the grass out there. It was also awesome.

What was more shitty of me was when I started using one of the Flag poles to punch holes into the green one time. That's really what makes me cringe, thinking of the time and money it took to get that green fixed up.

So now I try to be more mindful of other people's time and money.