I’ve been swinging a golf club since I was three years old.
Back then, it was just something fun—smacking a ball around the yard, chasing it down, and doing it again.
It wasn’t long before it turned into something more.
When we moved from Seattle to Utah, our rental house sat on the first tee of a golf course. It felt like a sign. I was hooked.
I still remember watching The Short Game documentary when I was eight. The next day, I turned to my parents and said, “I want to play in that tournament.”
That one moment flipped a switch.
Within a year, I was playing competitive golf, qualifying for the U.S. Kids World Championship and Junior Worlds.
Golf had gone from a backyard hobby to a dream worth chasing.