Though it’s been more than a decade since I played the game, I’m thrilled that today is Miniature Golf Day. I used to love playing this game as a kid, dodging those dastardly windmills, or in the case of the park I visited where I lived, sending a golf ball sailing into the mouth of a dragon. Or at least a rusty painted metal facsimile of a dragon’s head. I’m assuming the rest of the dragon was meant to be underground, but the effect was still cool when you were staring it down trying to make that last putt. Perhaps it was meant to represent a crocodile, but I’m sticking with dragon. We called it mini golf and though the game was miniature compared to the expansive green hills of regular golf, the contraptions were often larger than life. From rockets to castles, the subject matter would be perfectly random and the only theme that held it all together was fun! Not too terribly different than my blog posts, actually. I was really pretty good at the game, which made it fun as it’s not terribly enjoyable to totally suck at something. So, I had a blast!
In high school, a mini golf course was a popular spot to bring dates. Mostly because it was a perfectly cheap date, and in the case of a first date, it gave you something to do, making the whole experience less awkward. Even if one of you wasn’t a fan of miniature golf, at least the very act of playing it meant that in that particular moment you had something in common. The only thing to consider was if the other person was lousy, you had to decide if the date was going well enough to let them win. Of course, if by hole 4, you already knew this was likely going to be the first and last date, then you could happily chuck chivalry altogether and play for the win so the evening wasn’t a complete loss. Looking back, I think I tended to struggle through those particular games as the extra stress of the date itself was a bit of a distraction. This is probably why I always jump farther back in time with my stories to the ones that took place before high school. Those days were just a bit less complicated.
I went back as an adult to relive those mini golf memories just after I turned 40. It was fun playing like a kid again, but it just wasn’t the same. For one thing, I was now over 6 feet tall and towered over most of the contraptions. The ones that had seem larger than life when I was a kid now looked well, mini, and just weren’t quite a cool as they were back then. The only thing that hadn’t changed was that I was still pretty good at the game. I’ve never even attempted to play a game of actual golf, because I already know my attention span won’t last for four hours. But give me just 45 minutes to happily putt a ball about and I’m perfectly happy. Come to think of it, that’s pretty much the same for my daily illustrations and stories that I post here. It’s always been more fun for me to taste experiences rather than devour them whole. But thankfully, doing something daily, even for a little bit helps me improve over time. So, whether it’s a rousing game of putt-putt or a bit of time spent with a brush, I’m more than happy to celebrate the lovely idea of miniature golf day.
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