By Abbey Algiers
When I was in high school and told adults that I was on the golf team, I always got the same reactions. First, they’d be surprised. Golf? Really? Then, they’d have one of two responses. They’d either tell me that they golfed too (and look at me with approval), or they’d say they wished they had learned to play when they were younger (and look a little envious of me). As a teenager, I never really “got” what the big deal was about golf, or why my being on the team seemed so unusual and heroic. Yes, I knew golf wasn’t the mainstream choice for a girl’s sport, but I didn’t understand why adults thought it was so great.