Thwack! I hit the ball with my golf club. "X marks the spot, son." my dad interfering my concentration. No matter how much I practised, I couldn't hit the ball at the X. It was night so I had an extra ordinary dream. It was about me hitting the X with the smallest ball that I had. I woke up with a shock on my pale face. I hoped for morning to come quickly to practice. First time I hit the ball, it was a mile away from the cross. Next time I hit it. "I did it! I did it