Natascha Tennent, 16, Brisbane, Qld.
Swinging the club, I felt a whoosh as it belted my golf ball into the air.
“Finally, lift off,” I cheered.
I was eight years old, and it was the first time, in three lessons, I’d managed to get my golf ball airborne.
In the distance, I saw my instructor giving a thumbs-up then… WHACK!
No sooner had the golf ball gone up, it’d come down and hit him in the chest.
“Sorry,” I called out.
“Lucky you’re only little and can’t hit too hard,” he said, laughing.
I was thrilled to have found something I loved, as the past few years hadn’t been easy. When I was four, my dad, Jonathan, died at 34, from a genetic heart condition, which I’d inherited, too.
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