My parents, my loving hubby and our wonderful youngest joined me as we FINALLY played a round of golf in Florida. Actually, we were "wild and crazy" and we let our youngest drive the cart (don't tell the officials) and even hit the ball a few times, although he wasn't officially playing. This is great because he has been a vocal dissenter on the subject of golf.
Also, we didn't technically complete the round because it got too dark. We started at about 1pm. After the 1st 9 holes we were shepherded over to a different course (the public course is actually 3 courses). The foursome queued up behind us were so impatient they started on the 2nd hole. Then we spent 8 holes having to wait on them, while the next foursome behind us were breathing down our necks. The pressure was ridiculous. We were much happier after being diverted to the alternative course. It's unfortunate we ran out of daylight.
I just double-checked and T, our youngest, says "yeah, I had fun." I think we all did. That's what it's all about. Family time. Memories. Togetherness. Shared experiences.