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## Trying Golf with My Mother in New Zealand

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When I visited my mother in New Zealand, she sometimes brought me along to play golf. It is one of her hobbies, and I could tell she enjoyed the whole rhythm of it: the open grass, the slow walking, choosing a club, taking her time before a shot. It suited her.

I tried a few times, but I never felt I had much talent for it. I could hit the ball, just not the way good players do, where it lifts cleanly and draws a nice curve through the air; mine was usually more practical than pretty, and sometimes not even practical. Still, I liked going with her, not because I had suddenly taken to golf, but because it was something she had made part of her life there, and for a few afternoons I got to be inside it too.