I started playing golf because a good friend of mine played and wanted me to play along with him and another friend.
I was frankly awful at it. In retrospect, I should have had lessons to stop the dreaded swing to the left, and I should have used sunscreen on a cloudy day on the green as well. Perhaps I should take it up againโฆ?
Dad was very into soccer. Heโd played in the Netherlands - not in first division, though, as heโd been run over by a truck as a boy, which landed him in hospital for 6 months. One leg ended up shorter than the otherโฆ and that impacted his playing, but he always loved watching the games, especially FIFA World Cup.
Mum would recount how sheโd be dragged along to watch local soccer games here in Australia, standing in the freezing cold โฆ Dad was sure sheโd love it, and couldnโt quite understand why mum wanted a reciprocal deal with him coming along to a ballet version of Princess and the Pea.
Classical music really only became a love for him years later.
He tried teaching mum the cello, but teaching an instrument is a great deal harder than it may look. She got no further than a nice bow technique; the fingering never came together.
