The town fair still had a faded booth offering Tom Thumb golf, where kids lined up to try their luck.

We followed the golf cart path around the lake to reach the eighteenth green faster.

After the picnic, our favorite weekend tradition was mini-golfing under the string lights, where every missed putt ended in laughter.

He found a golfball stuck in the roots of the oak tree.

We found several golfballs scattered along the fairway after the storm.

The golfaholics arrived early at the club to practice their short game before the tournament.

My brother is a total golfaholic; he practices his swing every morning before work.