My father started taking me to the range as soon as I was old enough to hold a golf club. It became a routine that when he got off work he would pick me up and play a few holes or practice for a while. It was a great way for us to bond. This September evening was like any other. We headed out to the course to play a round before the season ended. Come hole 8 (182 yard par 3) I hit the ball and half way through its flight I jokingly said "that's going in." The ball landed short of the hole, but was rolling right at the pin. Standing on the tee box you could still see the ball and I continued to joke saying its in (even though the white of the ball was visible) When my father and I walked to the green side we saw that my ball was half way down the cup and the flag stick was holding it up from dropping all the way down, which is why we were still able to see the white of the ball. We shared a big hug to celebrate the event. Im glad I was able to share my first and so far only ace with my father.